It took minutes before she was fully impaled. Neither of was had been in a hurry to end the initial exploration. When the head came in contact with her cervix, I was completely enveloped. The concentration looks on her face disappeared. She wiggled around, letting me feel ever surface of her vagina. I groaned at the level of feelings she was transmitting to me.

If they had been able to photograph her face at this instant, they could have sold anything. If the devil had that face, he'd be rolling in souls. I watched the emotions wash across her face, a tsunami of love and lust.

I took her breasts...