The lovely demoness sits on my lap pushing my cock down till it resides just against her lips. She leans back against me and I put my arms around her and begin to massage her breasts. She grabs my hand and pushes with me in circles around her nipples that are wanting free of their shirt. She wiggles her ass and my cock throbs against her. As it pulses it parts her lips slightly and opens the juices of before. The wetness of her drips on my cock and I pulse all the more. She moves up slightly and I get her meaning and shift myself back. The wetness grabs the head of my cock and I move foward and glide into her. She gasps slightly as my cock moves into her under her skirt and she leans back again and moves her hips only slightly as we wathc the games around us unfold.

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.