Her eyes narrow as they flicker down to the condom resting against your muscled chest. She reaches out slowly, tracing a finger over the thin latex before picking it up between two fingers. With a small smile, she tears the package open with her teeth and tosses it aside carelessly. "I trust you," she whispers, her voice filled with confidence and desire.

Her movements are swift as she straddles your lap once more, positioning herself over your erection.

As Demona lowers herself down on your cock, her eyes meet yours in a heated gaze. She groans softly, her body adjusting to the feel of you filling her up. Her hips begin to move, riding you slowly at first before picking up speed as she grows more comfortable with your size. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her with every thrust.

Her breath comes in short little pants as she focuses on pleasuring herself on your cock. "God..."