FOREVER SWEET AND NEVER ENDING
07-19-2013, 11:25 PM
Demyan. Medusa would be certain to play a good little whore and let his name be known to all the residents of this island. She wanted the gods themselves to hear her, to cast their shame upon her, to scowl and roar and find her the most atrocious sight possible. Thus, when his tongue brushed against a certain sensitive portion of her being, she shivered. ?Oh, Demyan," she groaned, her reactions somewhat dramatized (not that the male would ever know). Her tail would move out of the way, permission for Demyan to mount her if he so desired. He would find that she was suitably ready for him, prepared to accept his attention, prepared for the passion of a lover who she would only ever call temporary. ?I want you," she groaned, as if not getting him would rob her of life itself, as if she were in such desperate need of him. She enjoyed the attention, lathered herself in it like a true sinner, finding herself complete in her acts of harlotry.