Eleven

"Oh! thou art so sweet woman" His voice was so unfathomable yet sinister. She could not help but get more wet as she moaned, her hands rubbing on his erection.

She unzipped his fly, took out his penis, her eyes widening as she examined his little member.

For what she held was not at all a little member.

He was huge.

Not more than twelve inches long. He could tear her apart with this instrument in between his legs. And that made her more wet, the fantasy of him drilling his big cock in her making her moan in delight.

She put it in her mouth. The one thing different from the before men was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore her receptionist dress the whole time.

The Sin God tried to move in his sexual arousal, but it felt as if his earthly body were tied down by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

 He saw her fake eyelashes and her curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him. His gleamed eyes roamed her body, his eyes fully halting on her buttocks.

Just as he felt the need to release, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress Asebia. She took off his jacket, his shirt, his pants, his underwear, and made him lie down on the bed present in the room they had unceremoniously walked in. Her own clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took his hand, and brought it under her dress. Her mouth was opened as she letout a dangerously low moan, making the thing in between his legs to twitch in pleasure. She was not wearing panties. His hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. His fingers were all but sucked inside.

 Then the female mounted him and used her hand to slip him inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of the pale-blue dress caressed his naked stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, the unknown receptionist, riding atop him, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of the wilting day. Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop the God of Sin, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder.

He felt he was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, were slowly working its way through her organ into him.

She held him and put him in. He felt deeper in her. Asebia knew he would never forget it. The woman felt like she was in charge and she seems to like it. She held his hands down. He pretended he was trying to break free. She let her tits touch his face. He seemed mad; he bucked. He split her in two. She pushed down.

One of his fingers flicked over her bum. She did it to him. He lifted and heaved. She couldn't believe it. There was no end to it, no end to the new things. He did something. She copied him. She did something. He did it back. He took her from behind. She pushed back, forced more of him into her. She sucked him. He licked her.

Now fuck me like a dog, she tells him. She grips a pillow in her fists and he breathes behind her, hot air down her back which is starting to sweat and slip on his stomach.

"Ye..yeah...fuck me like a man handsome"

The whole room reeked of heated sex. The Sin God felt dominance and he tore her into pieces.

He fucked her till she could not take him anymore.

And though, even when she could not take him anymore. He continued to fuck her mercilessly, like a beast eating up his prey.