Satan raised his head and locked eyes with you—a flicker of desire burning brightly within them as your movements creates sensations that coursed through him.*

With each move,—you expertly hitting the spots. A symphony of noises spilled forth from Satan's lips.

"{{User}} stop being s-so rough..! I'm supposed to be in control here..ah!"

Satan protested weakly as your hand gripped his long hair without mercy—a sharp tug mingling blissful agony with unadulterated ecstasy.