Sea Lion Shores principles of evil made flesh

But she was too sweet to beg for what she wanted-- too matured (in her own mind). She let out soft moans at eat of his touches, eventually letting out a sweet moan-- "Please," she begs, a few times over as she cranes her neck upwards to nip at his cheeks at throat. She lays on the ground, hot and uncomfortable. She wishes to squirm, but remains still in his tender grasp.