His hands squeezed her ass cheeks tightly, earning a groan of either actual pain or pleasure – though it really didn’t matter to him at that momen..., and then found themselves positioned at her hips, gripping them for dear life as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper inside of her womb.As he grew closer to his own orgasm, he reached out and pulled on her blonde locks of hair, bringing her head back and making her pick herself up from the bed. Using his other free hand, he wrapped it around. It didn’t really fit him. His belly was sticking out of the bottom and his fat was shaking when he would laugh. You could really tell how black he was though by how white the sweater was. She laughed at him too. “Well it doesn’t fit what do you want from me” he laughed “Oh my god babe do you still have your sisters stuff here? She had a Christmas outfit. “ my wife asked I said I think so but told her it was packed up, “ hun that’s not gonna fit you anyway cause it didn’t even fit her it was. I could feel Devnikolus' hot seed leaking from my still pulsing sex, and then slithering down the inside of my thigh. It slid over one of the welts the belt had inflicted, and the sting of it made me jump in my bonds."You look exquisite, little one," said the demon in the room.I opened my eyes. I hadn't remembered shutting them.He was standing in front of me. His dark hair had tumbled over his pale face and obscured one of his red eyes. He was wearing a boyish smile that made him seem young and. Pushing further, I asked if he ever dreamed about those times. He did not answer but nodded his head. Then said all the time.Taking another drink of my wine I pushed further, for it had been two weeks since I had been at home. I said, “Do you ever dream of reenacting those times, with a consenting partner of course?” He looked confused and embarrassed. “Consenting?” he queried. “Yes, where she wants you to.”He looked very confused. Now feeling my wine, I said “I would like to play out being.