.. I was able to snag the last piece for you." "Hmmm," Satan rumbled, resisting the urge to blast this little weasel into an eternity of pain and suff...ring. "Let's taste it." No wine connoisseur ever savored his favored drink with anything like the care Satan examined the slim sliver of dark cake. He noted the rich, dark color - surprised and intrigued by the flecks of red - cherries? - in the icing and the white spots in the dark cake itself. He tested the texture with his fork, approving of. I heard the sharp intake of breath that illicited and was delighted when a repeat made him moan and he was starting to get properly hard now too !!!Again,he wasn't big either and I doubt he'd measure 6 inches even truly inflamed but he was thick and extremely hard.Staring at this fat n somewhat stubby cock in front of me I peeled his foreskin fully back to expose his head in all it's now wet,oily glory and kind of like someone at the swimming pool I mentally squeezed my nose btwn my. Molly’s eyes shot open again, and she let out a nervous giggle. She liked the sensation, but felt weird at the same time. She hopped out of the water, and dried her self off. She sat in the chair, and tried to calm herself down. She grabbed a book, and began reading to distract herself. The words passed by quickly, none of them truly making any sense to her. Her mind began drifting back to Brian. She closed her eyes and began to let the images return. Brian laid her down on a soft bed, the soft. She seemed uncomfortable, and a few of the older guys were starting to try and touch her. They were pretty drunk. I pushed the guys aside and handed her a Blue Moon, ‘Here darling, let’s find a quieter spot, shall we?’ She took the beer hesitantly, she looked at me, then at the group of guys, and followed me upstairs. We opened a door, hoping to find some peace and quiet, but unfortunately the room was taken by a couple already out of their clothes and fucking the hell out of each other, we.