Slowly but surely, they began to define themselves and form something more concrete. With his eyes closed, Lorens saw the shapes turn into a silhouett... of a girl, young and slender. At first she was shrouded in complete darkness, but then he began to make out some of her features. Her curves were soft, subtle. Her skin was dark, a rich and warm brown. Her hair was black as polished coal, curling with abandon around her face before tumbling over her shoulders, all the way down her back, past her. Squatting to wash her lower back, he continued on to her firm little ass cheeks. To his pleasant surprise, she didn't react at all, just continued to rinse her hair. Getting bolder, he started squeezing her ass gently, delighting in how firm it really was. He looked up to see that she had finished rinsing her hair and was just letting the water run down the front of her 14-year-old body. The feel of her smooth, white skin was very stimulating! Not wanting to stop, he went ahead and slipped his. Their Host must do it under their own free will, even if the nail is forcing them to. If a Host refuses to perform the ritual, then not only will the Black Stigmata become more brutal in the psychological torture that it inflicts, but it also makes do with what it is given and uses the Host to fulfill it's secondary objective: spread chaos and suffering.Basically the Host is left with two options: perform the ritual or continue to let the nails torment him/her while their own body is used like. “Ride me high Larry,” she said, rub your shaft against my clit I want to cum on your cock so badly.” Her moans were almost constant at this point and drove me on to finish. Then I felt her tremble in her thighs again and I shoved my cock deep inside of her and felt her muscles clamping down on my cock as a second orgasm took hold of her. I remembered her saying her clit was the center of her pleasure so I pushed my thumb against it and felt a gush of liquid squirt out of her as the spasms of.