I love a devil…

He presses me against glass elevator windows and whispers our story in Latin. His nails fondle my body, tearing at my already ripped dress and rapes out my moans.

My nipples pucker and slide against the window as his fangs dip into my sweetness. My blood trickles down his lips as he marks me into ecstasy. I arch my back and rotate violently against his hips. I want more of this devil, and touch myself to show him how. He calls me a dirty whore and slaps my ass. I hear the bells jingling as we reach the top floor. I turn to see him smirk with those cigarette burned lips, and almost back away unsure of his intentions. But I stand firm, and then kneel down to rub his hardened cock. He groans deeply and nearly pulls out the hairs from my head. I look up slowly as my mouth swallows him down my throat; my tongue lavishly slides over and under his member. The devil curses and shoves himself full force into my mouth. My teeth scrape the head of his cock, which causes a bit of cum to shoot down my throat. I nearly gag and pull him out of my mouth, but the firm grip of his hand on my head consoles me. As I work my tongue in circles around his cock, I use my free hand to cup his balls and stroke them with the rhythm of my mouth. He curses again and again, bucking himself fast against my already sore lips. I can feel my thighs quivering as my juices squish between my legs. To think… I gave him my soul for love, and now I’m fucking him in the office building on 28th Street. He meets me here everyday after 5 when the doors close. I even tell myself I’m screwing the wrong cookie, but do I ever listen, no… because his fucking never gets old.