Uske haath mere lund ko dabana chalu ho chuke the mey samaj chukka tha use abhi lund chahiye apni pyas bhujane, Maine khud apne paanth ka batan kholke...mere lund ko azad kar diya bahabhine lund hath me leke topi upaar niche kar rahi thi usi waqt aisa lag rah tha uske muhme lund de du maine caddar pura aangpe kich li tyake hamare aangh dhake rahey uske boobs se cumte cumte uske nabi me jibh gumaraha tha wo uske siskarahonko control nahi kar parahi thi dhire se uski saadi upper karke chut me. “I can tell you are already getting nice and ‘messy’ there, I can even detect the scent of your arousal.”“Oh, I can’t help it ... you’re not disgusted by me getting so wet, so messy?”“All the better to breed you,” I said, making her moan even more.She knelt down in front of me, took my prick in her hands, and slowly slid her lips over it, taking my full length into her mouth. She continued to suck me – no, she was worshiping my prick with her mouth, caressing my balls as she worked her magic. The Killer of Angels. The first Angel I was sent after is the Fallen Angel Ishmael. A tall, fit Asian guy who lived in Queensland, Australia, and worked as a mechanic. In the old days, he was one of God’s favorite Angels. Then he sided with Lucifer in the great war in Heaven, and was cast down along with the other Rebels. After an eternity in Hell, Ishmael got tired of being Lucifer’s little bitch and escaped to the planet Earth for a brand new life. Well, I got tasked with taking Ishmael out.. His attempt at smiling brought pain in his lips as the again cracked and bled. His attempt to raise his head brought nothing more than sever dizziness and threatened to bring back the cloak of blackness he had just returned from. He coughed and spat out the blood from his lips, then again lay still in the dirt and dust.Sara was frustrated and beginning to become angry. She pushed at him with the rifle forcing his body onto his back. The stranger made no move to resist. Now she started to look.