That little bit of me that believed that Mark and Mary Glassners were Gods vanished. Astarte’s radiance cooking me. Porn vedio Pleasure burned in my clit. But for the Ghost, I would learn to love it. Keep grinding the dildo into me, baby!”
She moaned, her lips going wide. Sometimes. “That’s…different.”
“It’s even better straight form the source,” I grinned. Her juices leaked down the shaft, dripping down to my own hot pussy. Tits and pussy and ass flashed at me. Why did I ever believe ’em?”
“Mark and Mary are just like the Ghost,” Ms. Keep grinding the dildo into me, baby!”
She moaned, her lips going wide. “A woman should be ready to be fucked at all times. She owned a quarter of my soul. There was a large, golden one set with green jade and black jet and seven lesser ones. “Okay,” Lizzy whispered, her eyes trembling. The soul that I belong to.”
I felt something inside me change. I kinda felt bad the tattoo artist died in jail. She looked so innocent, almost a doll with her pale face framed by black hair. Her sky-blue eyes squeezed shut. “Cum, slut!” she grinned, her tits hanging over me, swinging as she fucked me. Her heavy tits bounced, my hands reaching up to cup their pillowy softness.
