Click (Next Level, #3)

by Briana Michaels

Today is a new me. Might as well go all in and grab my fantasies by the balls and give it a good tug. Or is it grab life by the hair and give it a good tug? Whatever. I’ll do both. I’m about to carpe this motherfucking diem.

DO IT!!!!!

“Holy Hell Hounds, Batman.” Her gaze drops to my cock and then back up to my face. “Lucifer sent you, didn’t he?” “Excuse me?” “Satan had to have sent you here to destroy my soul and my pussy. You can’t convince me otherwise.” “Better say your prayers then.” I press my palm on the top of her head. “On your knees works best.” She lowers down and opens her mouth to swallow half my dick down her throat. Swear to fuck, I can’t move for a solid thirty seconds. This woman sucks cock like she’s trying to get boba out of a skinny straw. Holy shit. Which one of us was sent by Satan again? Not me. It’s her. Definitely her. Thank you, Lucifer. I will be forever grateful for this gift.

Yes please..