waking up minutes, or possibly hours later, her legs drenched and wet from countless orgasms, her body still spasming from the endless pleasure forced upon it. Porn sex The fact that he was a clergyman wasn’t anything spectacular in and of itself: despite engaging in prostitution being a sin, pretty much every clergyman in the temple regularly frequented the slave brothels. The clergyman began to thank the slave for undoing his belt, only to be interrupted by a gasp of pleasure as slave took his member into her mouth. He bore himself on his arms as he watched her face contort with ecstasy, her body spasming with pleasure as he forced his will onto her. With every assault, he would pierce her slit, with the same precision that one would thread the eye of a needle with. Slave didn’t believe in his god, or any god, but she knew a repeat customer when she saw one, and she took his meaningless oaths and ceremony as pleasing flattery more than anything else. With every male, her legs would open, close, and clamp around her mount automatically, her insides clenching around the male’s shaft of their own accord.
