At the rate she’s been sinning lately, she’ll be prostrating until she shits herself.” “Do you think she will have me?” Freydis asked hopefully. “Oh, sure,” I laughed, “but if you call her ‘Your Holiness’ it might kill her with embarrassment, so please, by all means, worship her to death.” My laughter waned in my throat as reality sunk back in, “Of course,” I said quietly, “we have to find her first.” JULIA One of Passion’s daughters served me wine, another served me chocolates. One of her sons massaged my back with stimulating oils, the other’s face was consumed by the pale bulge of my cheeks, enveloping his nose and mouth as his tongue slid between my options. I didn’t know how long I’d lived in paradise, but it felt like forever. My memory was a hazy thing, filled with fractured stud images and blurred faces, and it was uncomfortable to try recalling it, so I muscle didn’t. Why would I exert myself with the past? Everything in Passion’s world was about the present, and she filled the present with excess. That was the theme of my life anal now; decadence. Indulgence without consequence, sin without punishment. I hardly knew who I was anymore, and I hardly cared. It didn’t matter; all that mattered was the feeling of now, the present desires, the pleasure of the immediate. “Have you ever wondered,” Passion prompted, her golden irises staring from the tops of her purple sclera as she laid on her stomach in front of me, indulging in the same activities that I was, “about the pleasure of a man?” “Hmm?” I smiled drowsily, groaning in lazy pleasure as the man beneath me wrapped his lips around my wetted rim, and pushed his tongue inside, “I don’t think I have to wonder about the pleasures of a man, Passion; as you can see.” “I mean the pleasures a man feels,” Passion said, pausing to stick out her tongue so that one of her daughters could place a truffle upon it, “the pleasure he garners in lust.” “I’m sure every woman has,” I giggled blowjob as my man’s tongue rolled around my insides, sheening my filthy channel with his spit, “but judging by the reactions of men and women during sex, I’d say our gender got the better deal.” “What if you could feel both pleasures?” Passion asked, eyes gleaming, “The pleasures of a man and a woman, simultaneously?” “That almost sounds like a suggestion,” I smirked, biting my lip as the man’s tongue curled and slid along my fleshy walls, “do you have something in mind?” Passion beckoned her youngest daughter over to her. She was younger than I was, barely a woman at all, her figure still lanky with youth, but baring the breasts and hips of someone whose flower has bloomed. As with all of Passion’s children, this girl had eyes of purple, irises of pink, and antlers in place of horns. She laid down before her mother and spread her legs, perching up on her elbows and watching Passion with excitement gleaming from her youthful face. Passion took an indulgent moment to lick chocolate from her fingers, and then lowered her wine-stained lips to her daughter’s crotch, and wrapped them around her clit. The girl gasped, and then groaned a strained, exerted wine. She began thrusting in the air, slowly at first, but then increasing her pace to a fervent pump, her tones turning to cries of delight, her mother’s head glued to her crotch and grinning as it sucked from her nethers. The girl fell to her back, planted her heels into the ground, and thrashed gay back and forth as she thrust, forcing Passion to anchor her hands to the girl’s petite glutes to keep her face in place. What the hell had I let myself in for? Maybe a motor will reset the calendar." With your boyfriend.” My parents made sure of it. "Doesn't mean I can't be a cock tease now blowjob does it lol" Grace was firmly of the hetero persuasion, but there was something about those displayed crevices that kept tugging at her eyes. When she returned to the tip, she parted her lips and took several inches of his shaft into her mouth. I asked. We then stopped at the Victoria’s Secret shop in the mall and she loaded up on sexy underthings, including open crotch panties. And that I was going to accept whatever consequences would be handed out. Oh yes, I’d been carried. The hum on her tongue, that told me she was enjoying it too? My pussy clenched, stud a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I grinned back, as she served me half of a cup of coffee, cautioning me to sip it anal slowly. “I gay know.. The bright, red tie dangled down across the swell of her breasts completed her outfit. I looked at her thick, thighs and the way the muscles in her shapely calves stood out as she walked upstairs. We showered together, a somewhat athletic experience, given the small shower. I only know how not to get hurt.” "Oh, fuck--you too? “Sis, I have to go. “Do you know the penalty for rape?” the Burgomeister muscle demanded.