The tip of my tongue traces your earlobe. As my hands kneaded your breasts, your hands are busy stroking my hard shaft. “Mmmmmmm...You’re so hard,...�� you say in a lusty moan, squeezing and releasing the head of my cock in rhythm with your words. You bring your hands to mine and guide them over your body, slowly bring them lower and lower. You press your body back tightly against mine. My hard cock, slippery from the soap, rubs between your ass. Your back arches as my fingers brush over your. The sexy boy would lower my down onto his lap, aiming his cock the whole time by moving my body, until that cock is pressed against his ass, sliding it across and letting those ass cheeks of mine rub his shaft. I would listen to him spit a few times on his cock, leaning over to grab a bottle of lube I always leave on the couch side table to squirt a nice healthy amount on his dick, to lube it up. I grit my teeth, to hold back as much sound as possible, as each inch of cock that goes through me,. The pain she felt was insane, and she prayed that it would over be quick. The demon knew this and took pleasure in knowing she was at least half correct. The demon had no time to play. It wanted to fuck the living shit out of this girl, and with a thrust entered the girl. The demon slammed its dick inside her ass releasing an explosion of pain that ripped through the girl’s body, and sent shock waves along her spine and into her muscles. Her body convulsed and shook uncontrollably. The demon. She was read to from the book of whoredom, she had been sung songs of the lake and the forest and the ram and the moon. Then, wrapped in ermine, she was escorted to the nearby mating chamber. It was here, in the glow from the fireplace at the far end of the room, that the aphrodisiacs started to take effect. The lesser satyrs used all of their profound knowledge to tease her mortal flesh to a feverish boiling heat of liquid wanton need. They had been taught their art by the Horned Deity. .