Julia didn’t seem to mind in the least. “Teach me how to be a slut!”
“I can teach you, Sister Julia,” I growled, pushing my entire fist into her ass, marveling as her rim hugged around my wrist like a pulsing fleshy cuff, “but your desires are too twisted, too depraved to be some bimbo; you’re going to be a debased slave, a disgusting pig who gets off to the vilest of acts, who revels in the filth like the sinning whore you are!”
“Yes! “It’s Flora. I came continuously, unloading spurt after spurt, thrusting with uncaring violence, punishing Passion with my masculinity. Her tongue slipped through my blushing folds and pushed tenderly along the vulnerable stretch of my ceiling, permeating aching pleasure into my depths. I splayed out my limbs, admiring my new complexion, turning around and looking at the sparkles that now decorated my pale glutes, basking in the vanity of my new beauty.
