This night could not end fast enough for her. As he violated her he had said awful things. She took a moment to scan the lot. Nearly hyperventilating as she attempted to regain her breath she screamed out, “No please, stop, don’t!”
She tried wrestling away from the Demon’s grip, to push it off. The pressure was strong and unrelenting, but yielded no result. Quickly, the Demon pulled its hips back, removing its cock so only the head remained inside. Nor does memory, for that matter. Heather tried to move and failed. His thrusts began to linger a moment at the end. Maz’garod hurls each half of the useless carcass in different directions across the lot. She started sucking his dick. Heart wracking sobs caused her chest to heave and a pathetic sound to join the orchestra of the bed creaking in time to the man’s thrusts. He found her stash of cash and picked up what he had brought in the white envelope off the floor. As it unfolded out it had began encircling her face,
