My knees are killing me.”
“I’d rather die, el de atras,” his wife slurred. Of course, Molech’s prices are very demanding.”
Did our God get his powers from the same source as the false god? xxx 18 His sluts. Why did my God stab me? I shot my cum in their asses, cunts, and mouths. I loved her, but the pain was never ending, all-consuming. The strain grew greater. We all gave him strength. Her thighs tightened about my head. He didn’t die. She shivered and writhed atop me, weeping flames onto my chest. “My harem,” I smiled, standing in a field of beautiful women. Their emotions were mere drops compared to the power their souls fed me. Read 15522 times |
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