Lilith glanced back over her shoulder, her long black hair lashing in the ocean wind like liquid night. Those eyes burned into him, slow and starving.
"Come here, my sweet boy…" she purred, voice low and velvet-rough, every syllable dripping honey and sin. "Mommy's been aching for days to feel that perfect cock of hers again… don't make me beg any longer."
Nathan didn't speak. A guttural snarl tore from his throat instead, hands trembling with raw need as he ripped his zipper open. The second the button gave way, his jeans and boxers dropped in one desperate shove. He staggered forward, nearly tripping over the tangled fabric at his ankles, cock jutting out thick and angry, already weeping at the tip.
Lilith's laugh was dark silk. "So eager, darling… Afraid Mommy might vanish?" She licked her lips, slow and deliberate. "Don't worry, baby. This pussy will stay dripping and open for you forever."
