“I know better then to message you after eleven. If I do, gotta wait until the next day for an answer.” I smiled, as things seemed to be relaxing ...etween us. “So Addy,” he began, “what is it that you wear to bed. Just out of curiosity. You don’t have to tell me.” I looked down at myself, even though laying down did not give me the best view. I was not sure if I should tell him what I really wore to bed, or if I should make something up. I had not lied at all as of yet, maybe starting now was. “Besides, now I can actually help you out physically.”“Ok, stop this is getting weird. Usually in stories and on TV demons tend not to help the humans, well not to the extent that you are. So what’s the deal?” “Oh, it’s simple really. The more you go for revenge, the more your soul leaks off darkness which I eat up. So the more I help you the more your helping me to a delectable meal.” I said. She seemed to understand, but I wasn’t sure she accepted it. It didn’t matter though, because she. The pupils of her eyes expanded, turning them almost black. Her nipples dimpled the front of her dress. She wore no bra. Her tits were lush and perky. “Lead on.”“So you can stare at my ass?”She was bold, too.“That's why you wore this dress with that skirt and combined with those stockings. You want to be watched. Your current boyfriend has you bored.”“I'm between them, “she answered as she walked up the stairs, her ass swaying. “So I'm back on the market.”Damien could almost hear her thoughts. It is always slow at first, but very quickly his pace and aggressiveness picks up. I can feel my pussy tighten around him and again, I beg for permission. He loves to hear me beg and the feeling of me helplessly cum when his cock is inside me, so he rarely denies me the chance. He always allows me to orgasm as I get so wet and my female juices actually squirt out around his cock!. When I do, he just keeps fucking me hard, the wet sound of young white flesh and big black meat vulgarly smacking.