Some of her short hair fell into her eyes, and I brushed it back behind her ear. “Thank you,” she said as if she was shocked, I did so.“Now, I o...ly see Chris and his little over six-inch cock,” she giggled, looking into my eyes, “when I visit my daughter in Cincinnati every three or four weeks.” Kristy unbuttoned most of her blouse before she pushed it to the sides of her breasts, giving me a perfect view of her bra covered chest.“Do I still look gorgeous?” Kristy asked.“Yes, you do,” I. There are lots of sex toys, and a weird collection of ceramic imprints. They are not like any Viessa has ever seen; these are pussy imprints. She caresses the prints, all these cunts in different shapes. Some are more open than others, some are wider, some look very, very tight. She's getting aroused by looking at the imprints. Viessa hears someone coming in through the back door. It's Ayama."I'll be ready in moment, just have to take a quick shower," he shouts.Viessa's heart starts to pound. There appeared to be a man with really long legs, dark, curly hair that wrapped around his lower body like a goat hide. There stood by his side a Minotaur and a demon with a body of a man and ominous horns. They were shown as fallen Angels who had descended from heaven to fornicate with human women. Behind them were armies of fighting men ready to bleed and die again. Anachel dreaded the image. The Angel of Mercy imparted knowledge that these trapped sparks of divinity sought life from barren. He reached his strong hand over my body and grabbed hold of my hard cock and began to slide himself up and down my ass crack. We were both letting out low deep moans, ‘Just fuck me already,’ I said, quietly. He quickly jumped out of the bed and went over to his bag to get lube. He squeezed some onto his hand and the end of his cock before coming back to the bed and getting back in position. I felt his hand slide between my cheeks and lubed up my tight hole, his finger teasing it as he rubbed.