....I feel you say yes........yes............yes............As a couple of the guys shoot their spunk in arcs whilst they watch us..........You say ye..., fuk,yes. Do me harder.I pull your hair harder, spank your arse and pound your pussy with my hard shaft.......I feel your pussy tighten, choking my cock as you feel the heat rise in your tummy and the itch become to much as you cum hard..............gasping...........fuk yes.............you are so tight now...........you see another of the guys. .or cambion. A were-tigri male, Seshmel, mopped Luciel’s brow while his sister, Sasha, crouched between her legs. Luciel squatted down, held from behind by Zakreel. Remuel was kneeling close with a blanket, ready to take the newborn once he or she was delivered. She was grateful to the were-tigri clan for taking her in and providing her with protection during her pregnancy. She sensed she wasn’t safe; knew she was being hunted because of what she carried in her womb. Not even the were-tigri’s. An actor stepped in front of the actress, holding his hard cock in his hand. She closed her mouth, and he grabbed her by the hair, snapping her head back. Her mouth opened and immediately was filled with his meat. He fucked her face mercilessly, ramming his cock deep into her mouth. The actor was soon pushed away by his colleagues, and another actor was stabbing his hard cock between the blonde's tight lips.After sucking several cocks, the blonde was picked up and carried to a table. She was. After a long talk, Frank had proposed and Kimberly accepted. There would be all the sex she wanted again after they were married. Only after the marriage ceremony and only by degrees did Kimberly begin to understand that sex within the marriage would be for strictly procreational purposes. Sex was now a duty to be performed once a month at the peak of her cycle. A passionless, joyless exercise in futility for all concerned: she was taking the pill. The call center was a production plant, one.