“Enough with that talk.” Donna pulled him in the back door, pulled the key from her purse, and dragged Patrick into room number forty-two. Indian Sex Those terrible arms swung like rubber and their hands passed their knees as the pursuing women walked. Glass shattered and a woman in a pink, paisley swing dress landed between the pews. She watched Linda work the monstrosity. Patrick could hear the machinery from inside the pumping station shutting down again. She didn’t know how to contain him now. Buttons ricocheted around the room. “Yeah, Dad,” Patrick called out. “Ugh. That was … acceptable. She knew it was crazy. We are all serving Him here.” Linda lovingly rubbed the cross hanging from her wrist. He was going to make every woman in Portsmith bow before his cock. ~~
Linda got off her son’s long cock and stood next to another mating couple in the aisle. He looked back and his eyes bugged out of his head. “We killed the thing in the water, Donna. That molten elixir bathed her insides in pure pleasure. The cosmopolitan woman, and the eighteen-year-old teenager from a small town, walking like lovebirds for all the town to see. He put his hands on the spectacularly curved small of her back.
