You scared me!” Ebima sat rigidly in the seat, staring straight ahead. Anal sex Harder, I want it harder!” Ebima growled in response, and threw Chris across the room and on his bed. “What the hell, you-” Chris’ words died in his throat as he saw the demon was not Ebima. He felt a distinct itch between his shoulder blades and knew, without having to turn around, that his potential manager was still eye banging him. “I…I get that…I think. “Wha-?” “You have such a lovely face to have such garbage pouring form it. That is my request.”
Without waiting for an answer, Ebima disappeared once more, leaving Chris staring at nothing. Now.” Ebima smiled fiercely and pulled his shirt from his body. Chris pulled his own shirt, the fabric was barely clear of the boy’s chest, as Ebima latched on to his nipple. Chris cried out as Ebima sucked and worried at the puckered flesh, his massive hands kneading the boy’s crotch.
