1. Sinnerman


    Date: 11/8/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: LeCygneNoir, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    it off her. When you press your hand beween her legs, she is gushing wet. She is shouting from pleasure at the slightest of your touches now. You get rid of your belt, pull your throbbing erection out. Without bothering to undress, you pull her ass up. Spread her pussy with your fingers and thrust yourself into her. "O Dio si! Fottimi!" she shouts. Why is it that the nice girls always call themselves whores and the whores always call to God? "O Dio!" She has stopped trying to resist you now. You are coming and going into her, her juices squirting on the floor. You grab her hair. You know she will love it. "O Dio!" The pounding that you are giving her is echoing all through her body. She hasn't felt pleasure like that since... She shouts, and shouts again. When you grab her hair the surprise brings her closer to the edge. "O Dio!" You member is burning now. The fire all around you. She is the only wet, safe heaven in a world on fire, and you are fucking her so hard... "O Dio!" Her throat lets out an unstoppable moaning. You drive her to insanity. In the dim lights her eyes play tricks. She sees another man watching her get fucked and she loves it. The surprising pain of a spank sends her flying over the edge in an incredible orgasm. "O Dio!" The spasms of her body finish you as well. Your member is pulsing, exploding with pleasure and cum. You finish deep inside her, accompanying your fire with deep movements from the hips. "O Dio..." Her orgasm cannot stop, she has never ...
    been so full of pleasure in her life. It's taking every fiber of her body. But there is another man there. She can see him now, in the dim light of a streetlamp creeping through the door. A weird man. Two legs closely joined, a pitiful, tortured body almost nude, its arms wide open. Pinned to a cross. Paint on wood. She falls down on the floor. Exhausted. Enraged. The fire of her pleasure still burning, turning her immortal soul to ashes. "Is this... is this a church?" You pull out of her. Your sperm dripping from her pussy. You stand up and walk around. Not a church, just a small chapel. A simple one, just a few ornate columns, a poor altar and a beautiful, old crucifix. A whining sound blocks your laughter rising in your throat. She is crying on the floor, her forehead against the veinless marble. She is holding something in her clenched fist. You remember a small silver cross jiggling between her breasts. Kneeling by her side, you whisper words of comfort that she cannot hear. Her tears form a little puddle next to the one you left fucking her so well. An idea crosses your mind. "How much do you cost?" She slaps you, furious. A terrible fire back in her eyes, her make-up ravaged by tears. You prefer her that way. "Is this all I was to you? " she shouts. You catch her arm as she is trying to hit you again. You hug her tight, whispering softly into her hear. "You know it wasn't . " She cries in your arms now, hitting your shoulder again and again. Puny punches of rage and ...
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