She hovered around Father Augustine, the chaplain to a pair of vampire hunters. He gazed at her. Sex Any moment. Then Faust appeared before Dream-Abigail. “After he spilled his seed in me, Father,” moaned Mary, her voice breathless with arousal, her shoulders moving, her hands busy doing something. She was his servant. Her asshole had gripped Faust’s cock. A tramp stamp of a winged heart decorated her lower back. Sins.” Her last three words were punctuated by her breathy passion. He had watched her grow up next door. Drunk on her blood, Damien slammed his dick into her pussy. I finally got him.” Mary shuddered, her hand sliding higher. Mary jumped, then gasped. All the colors shone around us. “Wow, oh, wow, that was good. “Damn, I would have fucked a bum off the street if it meant I had a chance at your sweet body, Brit.” Mary licked her lips, then quickly reached out to touch Britney’s bare thigh. The tires squealed as she drove the car through the parking lot towards the street. Maybe I need to know his desires so I can fulfill them. Master will love draining her dry. This was her room now. She could see. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Thank you, Father,” grinned Mary. Her ass always looked amazing in the tight jeans and fatigues
