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A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his balls were emptied. Just then, Toussaint climaxed too but into the condom he’d somehow managed to fit on his gigantic cock. Toussaint lowered himself and licked the cum off Jace’s belly, and then kissed him again. They both maintained that position for a while, his cock softening in Jace until he rolled off him. He pulled Jace into his arms, gently kissing his nape and skin.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Clarren shockingly asks me. What is even more shocking is Uriel's reaction after confirming that Kierra is pregnant with his child. He cupped her face with both of his hands, pulls her closer to him, and gave her the most passionate kiss. Our mouths were left wide open while watching the most disgusting scene from an angel and demon couple. "Ewww, that is so gross!" I disgustingly said while trying my best not to puke. "They are sight for sore eyes!" "What are they doing?" he sounded confused and at the same time curious about whatever is happening with Uriel and Kierra.

Devon thrusts become faster still as he strokes my hypersensitive clit and with a loud groan and a violent jerk of his hips, he cums, warm spurts of his release filling me up and draining out of me. My body grows slack, soft whimpers escaping my lips as his dick continues to throb inside of me till it grows slack. Devon collapses on top of me, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his body to mine, his body shaking, just like mine. If the air around us had just been a little cooler, we would be letting off steam.

Devon hung his head low as he felt his climax approaching, a tight knot of tension in his abdomen on the verge of release. "You love the thought of being watched. God, you look so sexy, Dee," Bienley leaned in and captured Devon's lips in a brief but passionate kiss. "Ahh...Love," Devon growled, throwing his head back as Bienley's other hand stealthily found and began to stroke his recently healed, sensitive hole. Devon was shaking uncontrollably, overcome by the mind-blowing sensations that Bienley was creating at his two most erogenous zones. "I'm a good boy, Dee. Look, I'm sharing this intimate moment with all these onlookers, a moment that's supposedly meant only for me," Bienley murmure

He drove her to the edge, then pulled her back, only to push her over again, his control absolute, his will unwavering. ‎She screamed his name, not in pain, but in a surrender so complete it was terrifying. "Lucian! Lucian!" The sound tore from her throat, an admission, a plea, a recognition that in this moment, she was utterly, unequivocally his. The devil alone, he made sure she understood, was her master. Lucian Devlin POV Serena... you're trembling." Her back arched into the sheets, a low gasp escaping her lips as my body moved with expert rhythm above her. The sheets were damp, tangled around their legs, her fingernails carving desperate crescents into the muscles of my back.

Devon's hands were busy retrieving a condom from the top of his dresser. Stacy took the condom from Devon, tore open the package, and rolled it onto him with practiced expertise. "God, you make me so wet!" Stacy moaned while stroking his latex-covered erection. "I assume you want this to be one of our 'Wham-Bam, Thank You, Ma'am' quickies."

I moaned. He fucked me harder than Marcus. Faster. Jake’s hand found my clit. “That’s it, baby. Come again for us. Show them how good you are.” The orgasm hit me hard. I cried out, clenching around Tyler. “Fuck—” He pulled out, came on my stomach. Devon was next. He flipped me over, pulled my hips up. “On your knees,” he ordered. I got on all fours. He pushed inside from behind. This angle was deeper. Hit different spots.

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

Devon answered. Devon looked more Mediterranean in appearance. At close to six feet tall, he was broad shouldered, obviously strong, and just as obviously intelligent. You would estimate his age at about forty, although he had no wrinkles or gray hairs yet, he had an air of competent maturity about him. His every motion seemed entirely too practiced, yet somehow perfect for him. "Devon, I'm not sure I understand, the facility you propose could be created, small at first, create the reputation of excellence in submissive training, and then train additional people given to the facility by clients for high fees?" Doctor Jenkins asked.