I could see her pussy, framed by her blonde curls. White cum and her juices leaked out of her and trickled down to the altar made of equal balance of black and white marble. The moment their combined fluids touched it, light exploded. A radiance burst through the room. It at once glowed both white and black. But not a harsh darkness, but a welcoming warmth. The twin hues, impossible to coexist together, blended and swirled and then merged into all the colors and yet were none of them. Reds and blues and purples and greens and yellows and oranges and browns and more spilled through the room, washed over us. The love of kissing the two priests formed a tapestry around us, a Big Boobs living painting that writhed and undulated and touched all our souls. I felt the inspiration dildo of it. It hugged me, caressed me, united me with all those I loved. It engulfed Sven and his harem. I let out a peals of laughter while tears of joy seared down my cheeks. I swayed between my brother and my muse. The light faded. Otmar and Thea stood robed before us, their faces flushed, broad smiles on their lips. They gazed out at us then their gaze fell on Ava. The princess quivered, holding the lamia's hand. Her strawberry-blonde Big Tits locks spilled about her regal face. “Before the loving gaze of Luben,” the pair intoned together, “God of Marriage and Fidelity, do you, Princess Ava of Kivoneth, swear to cherish, protect, and support Sven Falk, Kora Falk, Aingeal of Faerie, Zanyia, Demigoddess Ealaín, Greta, and Nathalie in times big ass of plenty and sparse, in times of health and pestilence, in times of fortune and poverty, to hold your vow through life and beyond into death?” “I do,” Ava said in a ringing voice, her head lifted high, diamonds trickling down her cheeks. Zanyia purred louder. Right now? When she wasn't working, she could return to her page in the book, going to sleep to await her next passionate romp. A groaning from the male in the chair drew all their attention. She turns towards Andrea and gently kisses her lips; I see just a flash of tongue dildo Big Boobs as Danielle pulls back and turns over to me. When she returned home that night, the cum on her big ass inner thigh dried by the cool evening air, her dinner was waiting for her. Mistress Tracey let out a low moan as cheryl’s hand slipped between her legs. I pulled my torso up off of her and looked down between our bodies to see my stiff Big Tits penis pumping in and out of her vagina. Her motions must have massaged it up his thigh, kissing and there it was as clear as day. “Oh, yes!” groaned Megan. “No. Not yet, but you will be.” She states cruelly.