Dinner (2)

Helene was spreading her legs while Uriel was between her thighs. Her mouth parted whenever Uriel continued playing with her clit. A moan escaped from her mouth when her body started to conclude aggressively. She gasped.

“Uriel… I'm exhausted.” She said. Uriel laughed but didn't bother to listen to her. He turned her around, helped her to bend, and smacked her butt cheeks. “Ugh! Fuck, it hurts!”

“Oh, Helene, I know you like it more whenever I'm hurting you in bed,” Uriel whispered, slapping her ass again, making her body tremble again while water leaked from her vagina. She bit her lips. She was sensitive since her father always made her sleep with any man, which made her easily frustrated whenever she couldn't have a chance to sleep with someone.

However, Uriel was willing to help her to sustain her needs. He was good in bed. Sometimes, she was the one who would be tired in the end. Uriel always ensured she would be satisfied in the future.

“You are a hypocrite if you think I don't k