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Each of the six oat horns on his head, and each sported a loincloth, beneath which obvious signs of erection were visible But they were offascination the figure of the young wo her swains at each turn She was thehe had ever seen Her hair cascaded down to the dimple at the top of her buttocks, which were full and round, like her swaying breasts Wanton lips curved in a s to invite kissing Her eyes glittered with sensuality and joy She was a devil She had to be

Onearound her upper ar over and over while the re their chests

Between the tunnels of their legs, Adaled Despite the girl’s resistance, it see participant in whatever this was It wasn’t until the s that Ada

‘Fornication,’ he whispered ‘Sin The devil’

The man’s cock – which was still pink, unlike the rest of hi sex There was a cheer, then some kind of odd chant, the words of which Adam couldn’t make out

If he could have made them out, perhaps he wouldn’t have heard them anyway, for the rush and drum of blood in his ears

‘Sin’ He fumbled with the fly of his trousers ‘Fornication’ He put a hand on his cock, feeling its heat and rigid tension ‘The devil’ He began to stroke it in rhythht cunt

‘Depravity’

She arched her back, ers slipped between those plump lower lips of hers and set to work Her flesh hite as pearls areen; she looked as if the merest hint of pressure would bruise her

‘Bruise her’ He threw back his head, panting, his blood filled ild red heat

There was a grunt fro that obscenely gorgeous body

She sat up, propped on one elbow, pouting