Than I'll ever be."I looked anywhere I could. There were numerous candles and I was on aplastic sheet of some kind. There were rocks placed around my ...ody. Ihad felt one brush against my leg a second ago."Rocks, candles, dead cat, cracked open human skull, me and you. This isa pagan ritual sacrifice. Well, you and I both know the word 'pagan' ismeaningless. This is something I picked up piecing together rituals hereand there. Like I said, I tried it on a dog and it worked. I've got toadmit, I'm. Crawling over toward her on my hands and knees, I began licking my juices off the dildo.“Better clean it off for your turn.”I looked up at her and smiled. I had no idea what came over me. This wasn’t like me at all. But I liked it.She laughed.Undoing the harness, she passed it over to me and I strapped it on as she lay down on her back. Straddling her, we started kissing again as I slid the cock inside her.She gasped and I felt her back arch.Moving my hips forward and back, I began by fucking. As the night grew dark around them and the night insects began to buzz, she felt a well of fear, almost like a premonition of danger to come, that set her soul to tremble."You stay close," he said. "Stay within sight of Graeme or myself, if we should both fall..." No, I shan't think that way, Balor. You won't fall, I won't allow it." She linked her arms around his neck and pulled him down for one last kiss. "You're my husband," she said softly when she raised her head. "You owe me a wedding. “Nice,” was Jill’s only comment, as she fidgeted beside me and stared at my rod. “Do you like it?” Carol asked. “It’s bigger than I thought,”Jill admitted. Do you want to hold it?” Carol inquired, knowing that holding my sex in her hand was exactly what Jill wanted. Jill did not answer, but edged closer to me and eagerly reached out with her hand. As Carol released my manhood, Jill wrapped her fingers around my rigid, leaking pole, holding it for a few seconds, before stroking it slowly. A warm.