Her pussy clenched on her fingers and an orgasm exploded through her. Damien only hoped Britney and Vickie’s paint job was thorough. “Fuck her,” Abigail hissed. Her fingernails dug deeper into his flesh. His hip cocked to the right and a sultry smile crossed his grizzled lips. So far, Faust had upheld his end of their agreement, corrupting the elite of Chicago into perversion, blackening theirs souls and expanding the demon’s power. Rosa moaned and undulated her hips, grinding against Aurora’s licking mouth. “No, you don’t. My wife wants to lick blood off of you.”
“Yes,” Mary moaned and pivoted. It’s my gift to you. A moment later, Abigail bent down and bit into Britney’s areola, nursing milk and blood at the same time. “Do you hear those sirens?” Damien asked.
