Solid and permanent like their union. There was nothing for Aranel’s hands to grasp other than the base of her own stretched nipples. Her feet would...never touch the ground again, but her butt eventually found a wet seat in the combined precum-smeared cocks that had erected under her. She never thought she’d be so relieved to sit on a Sex Demon’s cocks. What was it her mother had said? Something about finding small joys in an arranged marriage?“No, no, no....” Small joys are fleeting. A seat is. You whimper as you feel their lips once again touch your skin, leaving kisses starting close to your knee on one leg and moving up. They reach your dripping sex and you can feel them staring at your pussy. You plead to them, your voice shaking and stuttering as you feel them blow on your outer lips causing goosebumps to dance on your skin. You can smell your juices on the air and it turns you on even more.“Don’t cum.”They stop, trailing more kisses down the other thigh. Hands reach out. Or even with just myself! And when you make me cum, I blow up!” She stretched her legs out and hung them off the table right into Caine’s lap.“Definitely strange,” Caine agreed, eying Tonya’s feet with a mixture of amusement and indulgence. “Why? What does that?” Tonya thumped a tiny fist into the table to punctuate her feelings on the subject. “Is it happening to you too?”Caine put his cup down and picked up one of Tonya’s feet. She lifted her head enough to give him a suspicious look. He. I returned home at seven o’clock. I went indoors. I hung my hat on the hat stand and my coat on the coat hook and then Mother approached in a blind fury, “Geoffrey what on earth have you been doing?”“Sorry?” I enquired.“Miss Blenkinsopp Geoffrey, she is with child!” she insisted.“Indeed she is my whore of the moment,” I suggested. “But Geoffrey,” Mother exclaimed, “You do not understand, Miss Blenkinsopp’s mother, Clara, was my friend. We came out together, Geoffrey. I knew the family had.