As it slipped itself into me I felt both the sensation of the hard cock behind me and a warming sensation around the tip of my own penis, as if I were...slowly entering my shadowed self. The deeper my shade went, the greater sensation I felt. The deeper it went, the firmer it became, the warmer the feeling passed down the length of my prick. As that warm sensation pushed against my tightening balls I knew it was as deep inside me as I wanted it. I gripped it tight in me, not wanting to release. “You ... you’re a demon, aren’t you? Or are you the Devil himself? I didn’t believe in such things until now. Magic, sure, but evil entities that walk around with horns, pitchforks, pointed tails, and red skin ... not that. You look like Hellboy or something. Why ... why did you fuck me? To breed me or to claim my soul? Am I damned to Hell now? And ... why is Monica Bellucci, one of my favorite actresses of all time, intimate with you ... is she already one of your lost souls now? Did she make. The owner waves and stops, her tits look bigger than I remember and her nipples start to poke through her shirt, looks like she missed me.Almost stumbling over the still muddy earth to lean over and kiss me, the bitch is on heat and rubs my cock through my pants. The usual spot I say, sure she says and walks holding my hand, not sure to make sure I don’t run away or to stop her from falling.Get to a decent stop, behind some bushes and she turns, rubs my cock again, I’m rubbing her melon shaped. She didn't like the idea of selling herself to the bookie, but if she didn't there was no telling what he would do to Jack. She just couldn't sit by and let Ears kill Jack. Not after the fucking he'd just given her. He'd opened up new dimensions of her sexuality for her.He'd made her a woman, a real woman.She owed him something."If I do let you, what then?" Her voice broke from nervousness.Ears laughed harshly. "I let your boyfriend have till Friday afternoon to cough up the bread he owes..