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“They swore to you. An African American woman on the edge of the grass was pinned by one of the burned, skeletal sacrifices, bony fingers tearing into her flesh. Kayleah leaned back, riding me hard. She somehow sensed what I was doing and gave me her will, her power. “We may be weak apart, but together we can be strong. “That’s it,” Yoon whispered in my ear. “Very…middle eastern. Molech. “Both of your mouths are amazing.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, nibbling lightly, just the way she licked it. But that’s done. My lust stirred, my cock hardened. “Oh, Master. Her back arched, and her strawberry-blonde hair flew about her shoulders as her cunt massaged my cock. We had plotted out my political career so many times in bed, dreaming of claiming that ultimate prize—the President of the United States. The other women gathered, surrounding me. The burnt flesh faded into pink skin, my body healing. I lay with my back to the coals, forcing myself to endure the pain to protect her for as long as I could.
