Damian watched Clara, mesmerized by the sight of her petite form worshipping his cock. Those innocent eyes longing for his dick made him want her more.
"That's it, take it all," he urged, thrusting gently into her mouth.
Clara gagged slightly when he hit the back of her throat but pushed on, relaxing her jaw to accommodate more. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging them lightly, drawing a deep rumble from his chest.
After a few minutes, Damian pulled her off, not wanting to finish too soon. He flipped her onto her back across the seat, her head near one door, legs dangling toward the other. He positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his cock along her soaked pussy.
"You ready for me?" Damian asked, though it was more statement than question.
"Yes, fuck me," Clara begged, her nails scraping down his arms.
