“You better tell me if you’re okay. Death by blow job would be fun, but if I kill you, I might be sad.” “I’m fine, Abaddon,” Iblis says, his face red with exhaustion. “Help me.” I glide my cock back into his mouth. “Eyes on me, you insatiable little slut.” Iblis looks up, his eyes cloudy with lust. “You want to come, don’t you?” He nods as a muffled sound escapes him.
