Chapter 63. Ensnared (2)

My pussy clenches when his hand starts stroking himself at a faster pace. His breath hitches. He was acting as if I wasn't there in front of him at all. He was minding his own business, as if I don't exist. 

I growl at the male, he opens his eyes and looks at me, smirking.

Oh, the way I want to wipe his smirk off his handsome face.

Flummoxed by the male's erratic flow of his arousal creating a mess all over his chest, he sighs heavily and slips deeper into the couch. He takes deep breathes to stabilize himself, meanwhile I was crying for some action.

Without any words said, he erases all of his semen with the tissues and comes towards me.

"What a waste. I could have swallowed it all or make a nice art gallery addition for you if you filled me up." I say, he chuckles.

"I have d enough pictures of your sweet pussy oozing with my cum, baby girl. It almost made me have a breeding kink with you." He says, caressing my jaw as he looks deep into my