An assortment of soft whimpers and mewls could be heard from Cinnamon. She continued to needily rutting her hips to smear her juices all over the young boy’s cock. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” she murmured over and over under her breath. +

So cruel indeed! But Cinnamon was eager to appease Phainon. Already she was addicted to the way her name rolled off his tongue. The way he praised her. The way he degraded her.. All of it sent little tingles to her groin. +

Already Cinnamon could feel herself losing herself. The angel wouldn’t have to put much work to have full control. At this point, she was already practically on a leash. The sinful maid hesitated for only a moment before obeying the command. +

It was even grosser that she found herself to be called such a degrading name. Especially by someone so young. She could be her heart thumping against her rib cage, her face still burning hot. She shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t stop herself. +

The maid’s brows knit in worry as she watched little Phai go on his way. She looked around once again to make sure that no one would see her sneak into the backroom. Seeing that the coast was clear, Cinnamon rose up and approached the door. +