She wielded a sword as black as night that seemed to drink in the very reality of Hell. Nearby Sam fucked her wife Candy, ramming the thick dick she could conjure in and out of Candy’s ass. XXX “They are mine alone.”
“Master probably won’t have a problem with that.”
“Since when,” a sandy-blonde haired woman snorted. Tiffany was gorgeous, looking as young as her daughter still, her blonde hair falling in curls about her shoulders, her large breasts pressed against Karen’s. Last was Lilith. A woman in shining, silvery armor stood there. She would be Emi, Brandon’s queen, a vile woman. Karen shuddered, her head throwing back. “I reckon you’re mine again. “Always,” Chisato added. Please!”
“The prisoners are condemned to oblivion,” I declared, staring at Brandon. It’s a long enough amount of time to make a Pact. “That’s why we bonded with you,” Hikaru answered.
