I could have never asked for anything better…” the glistening of her eyes, moist from tears of rapture, proved her words to be sincere. Her nipples, surrounded by the heaving of her expanding chest, contrasted the hot sweat of her body as they stood cool and hard. The dark hand of the figure softly slid Azrael’s lacy skirt over his hips and exposed his small ass. All though Adra loved the attire, something about the girl’s expression bothered her. Up in the corner of the room sat a small girl in clothing that resembled the old Victorian age. “Not nearly as amazing as you, my darling. As he felt the cold fingers of the dark one slowly glide along the shaft of his mindlessly sore penis, causing blood to pump from the opening in the swollen base, he began to dig his nails roughly against the surface upon which he was presented. His eyes grew heavy and glazed over, and the pain in his chest dissolved into a comforting euphoria. He’s a fun guy.” “He looks sad,
