The devil himself made her panties soaking wet and she couldn’t wait any longer to take them off.
Her panties were as red as the wine in her lover’s glass where she dipped them to spike his drink, red as the lipstick she left on his neck and cock.
No drink could quench his thirst for the moist of her mouth, nor for the maelstrom raging in her pussy.
Not until again and again he filled her in libation. Not until she made him drink from her filled chalice while cleaning him dry.
Not until the devil took his due.
