Her ivory neck beckoned. Blowjob sex “Father Augustine,” Donna said. And Faust hadn’t even stayed around to watch all of her humiliation. She moaned in delight as she rubbed it against her hot flesh. His fingers sank in tight. “Father Augustine?” There was a hint of panic in the man’s voice. She squealed in delight and grasped his shoulders. “You have to help me find Britney. “That’s what makes you so wet, Angel,” he grinned, his fangs out. The priest marched out of the D’Angelos house with purpose. Look at him move know. “Devour her,” growled Father Augustine. He pressed his shaft against the hot, dripping flesh of her cunt. It should be attacking him. Father Augustine found it and dialed. “Or did you manage to fight that whorish desire?”
“I fought it.” Donna licked her lips as Samantha unclasped her bra and spilled out the MILF’s heavy tits. The MILF’s orgasm rippled through her pussy. Aurora frowned until he twisted and planted his feet square on the wall.
