Annie Cruz lets the dude get a taste of her ass

I reached between my breasts, and clutched the crescent symbol of The Holy Mother. “Diamond, Lucilla, God.” I whispered to the tiled floor, “Diamond, Lucilla, God. Diamond, Lucilla, God. Diamond, Lucilla, God…” I said it for ten minutes; not a prayer, but a reminder. A reminder of what made me, me. JUSTINA “…Arbitrus… Wrath… maternal path…” Angela’s enslaved voice moaned the words, her violet eyes rolled halfway into her head, her slender, olive body slowly thrusting against me as I laid on my stomach. “Specifics, Angela!” I half-hissed, half-moaned, turning over japan my shoulder to look at her. My handwriting was getting noticeably worse the longer this went; the notes I was taking becoming less detailed, and devolving into single words. Angela lifted one of my bent legs, and splayed it to the side, allowing her to push deeper into my slit. My belly pressed into the bedding, my shoulders relaxed, and a resigned groan sung from my purple lips as my face fell. This was asian no way to do research. “Diamond… was… with… Wrath…” cum Angela’s words came from her in a drawl, “...in… his… center… the… origin… of… him… is… a… lie…” “What?” I hissed. Angela held me loosely by the hips, her motions slow and gentle, almost mechanical as her body acted solely on instinct; most of her mind in the astral plane. “Diamond… thinks… someone… gave… Wrath… his… story… She… thinks… maybe… Corruption… is… the… one… Arbitrus… thinks… Wrath… made… it… himself…” “Keep going.” I whispered, though I wasn’t talking about the research anymore. There was something about the plodding, methodical way in which Angela’s possessed body moved that was gradually driving me insane. My back curved as I purred through smiling lips, and I closed my eyes in blissful surrender, and pushed my ass into her crotch. My arousal dripped from my purple petals, my pussy welcomed the invasion with little clenches, my tail curled behind me in contentment as my body began to tense with the imminence of orgasm. “Diamond… is… not… coming… back… today…” “What?!” “She… is… going… to… see… Sorrow… Arbitrus… says… she… might… not… ever… come… back…” And that dour note was what I came to. My moan rose in pitch until it was a teeth-gritted whine, my thighs trembled as the feeling ballooned to my extremities, and my eyes closed tightly as my mind was flooded with the euphoria. Angela thrusted three more times, each movement as automatic as the last, then climaxed without emotion or reaction. But I felt it. Oh, did I feel it as she pulsed and throbbed inside of me, pouring nectar into my starving womb, giving me what biology demanded I covet. I panted my ecstatic relief, and eased my pelvis slowly down, taking care not to spill any of what had been pumped inside me. I held Angela fast as her seedless-spunk sated me as well as it could, then I released her from my enslavement. “What did you just say?” I gasped. Hardcore Angela’s eyes rolled forward, turning from violet, to blue, then to emerald when she japanese applied the astral meld. “Diamond’s going to see Sorrow now, because she thinks Sorrow might be old enough to know Corruption.” Angela lifted my back end up as she pulled out, like I instructed, “Wrath doesn’t even know what he is, so he was no real help.” The three of us slept together rather well, that is after Dakota passed out from our tag-teaming on her lithe little body. “Call Junior that name, one more time. He could tell she was approaching the release of another orgasm and pressed the Hitachi back on her clit ripping a another unbearable orgasm from her body as he cum told her to cum again for him. I’ve been a district manager for about 3 months,” he says to me. He begins to maul your tits as they sway around, tugging at your nipples, one Hardcore then the other. He called me a bitch. “Let’s asian try this,” I told Lucy as I leaned forward for a quick kiss, picking up my daughter and resting her head on japanese my shoulder. Torri, the new intern was on the counter of the break room. He opened his eyes and in the mirror watched her skilled hands, with rings on seven fingers, flitting this way and that as she scissored away, accompanied by the tinny rattling of japan the multiple bracelets and bangles on both her wrists. She talked about a bunch of stuff, and since I'm shy I just listened and didn't talk to much. After that if we only intended to go to a bar(s) on an evening, Lucy went wearing only shoes. "I am here to protect and serve the good people of this city!"