The lady fell on the bed, limply, unconscious after experiencing high for the third time. Ilya's hand gave his slick erection a few strokes, then suddenly he stopped.
When Ilya turned to look at her, she could not help but flinch a little. Maybe because she already knew what was coming. At last, he walked towards Adele.
His thick length glistened in the aftermath of juices. Adele stopped breathing, eyelids trembling in anticipation... as he crossed the floor until in the next second he was so close, right in front of her. She could feel his solid and hot as hell body over her. His hand cupped her jaw.
"Now, princess…" He was streamy and sweaty, but sweat had also started to break out on her temples and forehead. "Do you really want to associate yourself with this devil? Hmm? Tell me… do you want to cross the threshold and get damned in my hell?"
