Jessica reached for a spare blanket at the foot of her bed and started mopping herself up as Lilith spoke again.“My my... if you want a hardcore per...ert, don't go to a brothel. Get thee to a nunnery! If there's one thing your church does well, it's sexual repression. The Catholics have bred more degenerates and deviants than any faith in history. It's almost a shame that we're going to destroy them.”Jessica ignored her playful mockery. She stared daggers at the demonic dominatrix, refusing to. One plant had an orange cauliflower-like top with spiral tentacles underneath with the thickness of carrots. Another plant was the size and structure of a head of lettuce, but with a dazzling array of leaves with multiple stripes of green. And a third plant looked like some sort of a vine with bunches of pale-brown spheres attached to it. The spheres were the size of giant grapes, roughly the size of strawberries.Mandy was still smiling. “Think of your banquet the day you first got. Show me how to get fucked baby.” I replied back. “Tell me how much you want my cock bitch. I’m going to fuck you without mercy.” Jon said. With that, He started pumped his cock deep up my pussy. It went really deep. It touched an erogenous zone that shot waves of pleasure though my body. The feeling was overpowering. I squealed with delight. “Oh my god! Your giving me too much. It’s too much.” I cried. He forced my body up with his thrust. His big fat cock slid in and out of my tight little. "That was wonderful," she said with a smile as my head lay on her soft breast."I'm very glad you enjoyed it. Wanna take a shower?" You read my mind," she said, we kissed again and then quickly rolled out of bed. I found it amusing that as much as my wife wanted to have a baby, she would regularly complain that the KY jelly we sometimes used, as well as my sperm, made her itch. So taking a shower after sex was pretty common for us. While I shaved, my wife sat on the toilet to relieve her bladder.