My sweet smell filled the air. Damon smiled to himself briefly before positioning his head between my legs. He inhaled deep over and over again – ...he familiar smell of a fresh woman. My thighs opened like pages in a book. I invited him to have his way – he could eat me into oblivion for all I cared at that moment. Damon gently kissed and sucked my inner thighs before moving closer to my wet slit. He used his finger to open my dark outer lips to reveal the bright pink flower inside. My. Not to mention the other wives who are soon to join me in serving my new lord," Flora interjected, not wishing to be forgotten (as if she could be, the lovely lass)."I like those ideas, for certain," I grinned, as Flora began kissing my neck and nibbling my ears.No one seemed even slightly embarrassed by the sight of my naked wife and her passionate attention to me. She had dropped her tunic on the ground and nobody thought to pick it up or comment on it. Everyone was much more interested in. I- Im so s-sorry, I stammer, still quaking from a mixture of pain and pleasure. The demon laughs, the movement sending shivers up my body where his meets mine. He wipes away my tears then slides a hand behind my head and lifts it up to meet his, pulling me in for a passionate kiss. It all feels so good, so right, his weight above me, his lips on mine and his luscious heat inside me. Once again, my hands bury themselves in his hair as his hips begin to move. He lowers my head down again, dipping. The other girl had the smouldering features of an Asian pussy cat. Her brown eyes darted between Peter’s face and the bundle of attachments that were still being guarded by his white boxer shorts. One hand rested between his legs protectively, the stirrings of an erection making his heart beat and his pupils dilate. “Hi Peter. You’ve still got your pants on,” said Gemma. “Aren’t you ready for us?” Added Aisha. Peter gulped and his eyes roamed over the girls’ bodies. They were both dressed in.