Memory serves me well
"Ahhhh, memory serves me well." Isobel says as Damon cuts her off with a kiss. He grabs her thin pale neck continuing to kiss her. She pushes him onto the white cloth couch and straddles him. Damon says, "You did always like to be in control." He gives her a cool smirk as she starts to lick and nip at his toned chest. Damon's head rolls back and she looks up at him and licks her lips. He pushes her to the floor, flips her over and takes off his pants revealing dark gray boxer briefs. Isobel's hands instantly reach for his length. At the touch of her hand his dick swells and rises. Damon rips her shirt off, and pushes her skirt up. Seeing her black lace panties makes his length pulse up. Isobel slips his thick rock hard dick out of his boxers and sees it is dripping with precum. Damon grabs her hair in a fist and forces her head down to his cock and she opens her mouth willingly and starts to suck. Damon pushes the back for her head so she can get his entire dick in her warm moist mouth. She feels his body tense up. She knows what is next and she swallows every last drop pf him. "I didn't even get to my trick moves yet." Isobel says looking at Damon who is breathing hard and scooting back so he can lean his body on the couch. "O I'm not done yet my flower for there are still petals to pluck." His cock begins to rise again and he moves closer to her. Crawling like and animal, the closer he gets to her the closer she is to lying down. She teases him with kisses and Damon slides her panties off and shoves his dick in with no warning. Her mouth opens, and she starts to moan. Damon thrusts harder and harder reminding her he made her, he is stronger than her, and he will always own her.