Archer watched Demetra's head bob up and down as her tongue swirled around his length, causing him to let out a groan. ''Ughhh! Dem, you're getting better at this,'' he muttered while his hand traveled down her soft body.
Her body was a striking combination of strength and appeal, sculpted by years of combat training. Every curve was tight with muscle, yet undeniably feminine, a balance that sent a surge of desire through him. As his hands roamed lower, finding the firm bubble butt. When feeling the soft skin his lust skyrocketed, a primal heat flooding his veins, making him ache with a hunger that bordered on feral.
Without warning, Archer grabbed her head and started fucking her face, making the shark woman gag, but he felt her pussy drip thanks to stuffing three fingers back inside and hitting every weak spot she had. It was too much for Demetra as she instantly squirted all over his hand while moaning with his cock in her mouth. ''Mhhhmmm~~''
