She started off slow until she found the best position. She bent forward so that she could get almost continuous contact between her clit and his cock... plus her muscle control was causing his cock to rub her G-spot. This was another new experience from somebody who didn't have the ability to change the size of his prick, as some of her lovers had been able to do. This was amazing! Two new experiences in one fuck after 17,000 years of sex. What were the chances of that happening?Seven began to. He knew that from the one glimpse he had gotten just before it had vanished behind cover. Unfortunately, that wasn’t much comfort. The demons that called this nightmare realm home could almost pass for human.Almost.He glanced into the sky as he did every few minutes. Logan had quickly learned that lesson. Many of the demons could fly. A sudden shadow or the subtle flap of leather wings might be his only warning. Like birds of prey, they could hurtle out of that boiling sky in a heartbeat.This. He leaned in and kissed her inner thigh lightly, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties and easing them down her legs slowly, exposing her smooth pussy. She giggled and stepped out of the fabric pooled at her feet, then gasped as he took the opportunity to lick along the crease of her thigh while she had her legs slightly spread, so close to her womanhood she could feel the light brush of his breath over her. He teased her ruthlessly, planting kisses and gentle nibbles up and. "All Carrie has ever said is that it's based on some sort of German forty-rod that Helga imports from the Black Forest." He laughed, and went on, "There was the year that someone got the bright idea of making the punch out of equal parts of tomato juice and Budweiser, with a little steak sauce and celery juice for seasoning. There was something in that mixture that gives you gas like you wouldn't believe. It was fart city around here all evening. Trick or treeeet."The joke was just gross enough.