Commission 196 - Cantarella | Wuthering Waves (Patreon)

Don’t look into my eyes if you are hoping for a gentle tide. This thick cock is already standing hard against silk, heavy, leaking whenever the dream I spun starts to slip. I made the illusion pretty. The hunger underneath is not.Come closer. I want it pressed into you while I hold your chin and watch your face change. Slow at first. Then deeper. I will finish inside you and keep you there until the sea in my head goes quiet. The Bane does not let go of a pretty thing halfway.