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Vaguely humanoid, it was excessively muscular, and composed of the same material as it claws. What passed for skin on its body was a flurry of red, blue and purple colors. Ornate, horn-like protrusions broke the perfect aesthetic of its body at its elbows, shoulders and other joints. Above its uncanny and almost human mouth was perfectly smooth, semi-circular head. Heather knew she should have been running a long time ago. But in a life full of meaningless abuse and pitiful mediocrity this event provided too much fascination. Her mind starved for something interesting and the Universe fucked had provided. The glamour held until she saw what the creature possessed between its legs. It had a cock easily two feet long. Huge and veiny it was a biologically obscene departure from the smooth, aesthetic perfection of the rest of the creature’s body. When she saw that Heather’s fear changed. She had been afraid before because her mind didn’t understand what her senses were perceiving. She had no frame of reference for the event, nor could she encapsulate the implications of what she was seeing. This had, rightfully, created a parallelizing, and fascinated, fear. Now her fear had returned to familiar places. And she had to run. The Demon, as she now thought of it, seemed to sense the air with some sensory apparatus unknown to Heather, as it had no nose. In a jerky movement boyfriend it head pivoted in her direction, and a horrible grin revealed flat, perfectly even teeth. Heather took a step back and began to turn horny to begin her escape. But the Demon launched itself towards her. It covered the distance between them impossibly fast and crashed into her, propelling them onto the hood of one of the junked cars. She lay flat on the hood, the wind knocked out of her, the crazed panic welling in her chest causing her to be mad with fear. She looked up at it, trying to think of what to say, what to do, to stop what she knew must be about to happen. Nearly hyperventilating as she attempted to regain her breath she slut screamed out, “No please, stop, don’t!” She tried wrestling away from the Demon’s grip, to push it off. In the past men had been rough with her, and she had been astounded at how much stronger than she they could be. This was worse. All her force produced no effect on the Demon. It was like trying to move a giant statue. Her strength did not even register. She looked down at its repulsive caricature of a cock, and then back at the Demon’s indian face. Its head faced hers, though she could see no eyes, no sense organs, no expression. Save its grin, that had become so huge it defied any proportion a human face could make. With one claw it ripped Heather’s shirt off with no effort, though the act caused painful friction burns and would have flung her into the air had the Demon not been holding her down with the weight of its body. Her bra remained and the Demon used the sharp end of one of its fingers to slice its bridge. Her bountiful breasts spilled out, revealing big pink nipples. “Nurse Jennifer, do the drugs you gave me have side effects? Does that excite you?” She wanted that dick so badly, after all she haven't been fucked for at least three weeks now. And Brown Jeep is still in shop and ed can’t drive right now!!! Immune to the distractions of, between spanks, me walking to your face, and sliding my cock: rigid, into your throat, your tongue somehow remaining soft as your lips grip me. No longer put-off your count by my incessant tongue, or fingers, urging you to disobey my order not to cum, leaving you teetering on the brink, before horny my stinging, poker-hot palm takes you back from the ledge. Kyle came back, with a couple bottles of water. With a wicked smile Mallika lifted her hips, opened her cunt, and released hot piss over her victim’s face and neck. It use to kill me indian so then I decided to leave my skinny lifestyle and work out more, now I’m shredded. “Throw her in with the general population,” he said and the guards dragged her out of the room. We had sex and bondage sex for three years as we dated and she boyfriend came to love the bondage play as much as me. We found that I had a strong slut dominant personality and at the same time she enjoyed being submissive. And why was she ignoring these important mental questions, but acknowledging my most trivial musings? “Damn, those tits are amazing,” groaned Tim. I didn’t mean like this! But former Mistress Samantha Cole was a different story. From fucked playing with each other side by side her husband would move to the floor, turn her around so he was between her knees then put his mouth over her body and take her on flights of ecstasy with his tongue. This couldn't be happening. Put your sword down.”