Salvatore is a man with very specific inclinations, but sometimes he has to submit to greater depths than ever before to get where he needs to go.
Before him, a dominant, glorious, futa dragoness towers. Down on his knees, he looks up at her, whimpering, submitting, everything so very sweetly coming together. There's a tang of pain, all under his consent, yet it is her in control, her massive length demanding his attention.
There is nothing else for him to do other than submit to her whims, forgetting all other wiles and worries in the world, if only for a time. It is there, of course, for him to enjoy too, the bliss of it all coursing through, heart beating, pound after pound. His blood runs hot, skin tingling, backside stretching around the might of her lust.
"You do better on your knees."
Always, yes, always, except when he's locked into bondage. The best place for him, drifting, floating, moaning, right where he needs to be with sweat dripping from his skin.
His time with the dominant futa dragoness is set to be more lustful than ever...