Desires of the Dark-Angel

Pulling away from the kiss, Dark placed the palm of her hands on his shoulder as she leaned backwards, forcing his finger even deeper into her body, as her waist moved toward him. Rocking her hips passionately across his finger, she rolled her right hand under her armored shirt as she touched her firm, rounded breast. Pressing the tips of her fingers carelessly against her nipples, she glided her...