She is an angel

But a fallen, dirty one. And she loves it. You can tell by the way she confidently approaches you; her hips dancing to an imaginary rhythm. If you had met her before, you wouldn’t believe that sweet little face could display such a lustful expression. But that would only mean you didn’t really get to know her.

Standing in front of you, she carelessly strokes her wings with a naughty smile. Her feathers are dark. Her gift won’t be peace and eternal boredom.

A hand finds its place on your crotch, the geography not being unknown to it. She pets her favorite toy, trying to fight her instincts, to enjoy the foreplay. But that doesn’t last long. Before you know it she is in her knees, filling her mouth with your taste. “You know, there is nothing I love more than a warm, thick cock…”, she will say. “… well, maybe two of them”.

Time seems standing still. Engulfed by tidal waves of physical and visual pleasure, you may think there’s nothing more you could ask for. And yet, she reminds you, this is nothing but the beginning…