But oh, he felt so good, rocking, teasing, kissing… ‘Stop,’ she forced, ‘Dammit, please!’ Harder, faster, back and forth… Tears welled up ...n her eyes. Those lazy spring days were long gone, the wild was now all-consuming, his soul lost to the brick jungle. ‘Stop, please baby, ju-‘ she screamed as her protests were silenced by quake traveling down her thighs, up her stomach, shooting straight to her head. He hadn’t finished, no, he wouldn’t be finished just yet, despite her desperate pleas for. „Habt ihr wenigstens abgeschlossen?“, krächzte sie mit belegter Stimme. Irgendwie musste sie die Initiative ergreifen, wollte sie nicht gänzlich untergehen. Der Rädelsführer schaute sie an.„Endlich wirst du vernünftig, Fotze. Komm her!“ Laura holte tief Luft, ihre Brüste spannten das Top bis zum Bersten. Langsam stöckelte sie auf die Männer zu. Der Rädelsführer musste der Boss des Ladens sein, denn den Barmann und den DJ kannte sie vom Sehen. Als sie vor ihm stand, griff er sofort in ihren. “Start sucking it honey, and use your tongue.” She said softly, her hand almost aggressively kneading the softness of his ass as he obeyed her, feeling a warmth in his chest as he rolled his lips up and down her cock, feeling her hand caressing the back of his head, her soft moans as he sucked her cock all the proof he needed that he was doing a good job.“And your tongue babe, your tongue,” she pressed, grinding her hips up slightly until she felt his tongue press harder to the underside of her. The involuntary spasms now reached her face as I ravaged her in full view of her husband, as well as the others. The sons were still frozen for now, but that would soon change.“Thus beginneth the lesson, my friends. Those of you who are NOT frozen anymore, you are now in the first hour of a metamorphosis of the supernatural kind. You are becoming demons, incubi or succubi, depending upon your sex. And sex is the point. It is the staple of your, of our, lives now. It’s your bread and butter,.