The life of a demon isn’t easy, folks. Forget what you read in the books or see in the movies. Not every demon out there is hungering for human soul.... Personally, I don’t deal or trade in anything having to do with that business. Tell that to those assholes and bitches who write cheap science fiction/horror and keep making my species look like a bunch of monsters. Pardon my French, folks. And they always think we’re country people too. I mean, I’m a demon living in Boston. As far from country. Squeezing it from time to time. Both our cocks side by side and I could feel his hot cock pressed hard on my belly. He stopped and he slowly pulled me towards his bedroom. Once we got to his bed he walked around me and embraced me from the back. His arms around my waist. I could feel his hard hot cock pressed against my ass. He kissed and sucked on my neck from the back, all the while rubbing his cock up and down my ass. He got me wondering what it would feel like having his meat inside me,. He was so shocked that he didn’t know what to do - everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Emma reached out and delicately picked up the glittering silver band from his mother’s upturned palm; holding it up in front of her face as though she was transfixed by its power. Jason’s gaze was also fixed upon the ring as Emma extended a small finger and slid the ring on. He wanted to scream in rage as he watched his girlfriend’s face go slack and blank as it overwrote her fundamental. "He said, directing me to a door set into a recess. "We're taking thestairs." You don't listen too good, do you, kid." He said. We'd began our climband his voice echoed in the stairwell, giving it an ethereal quality."What do you mean?" I asked, Frank still scared the hell out of me but hehadn't killed me. He hadn't even threatened me."When we met the first time, I told you to keep your nose out of things.You didn't."We reached the door at the top, the words: SECOND FLOOR, stenciled inblack.