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I groaned wildly, my lovers' cocks deep inside me - one in my ass, one in my pussy - while 'Niqa and Ally fucked me relentlessly. I was astride them both, cowgirl style, and though it took a bit of doing, they'd managed to get close enough together that their cocks rubbed against each other, frenulum to frenulum, as they speared me jointly.

Both of them were jacking me, too - one hand each, wrapped around my straining erection, while my tits swayed and I bounced on them both. "Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, fuck me, goddammit, fuck my ass and cunt, you lovely thick-cocked bitches..." I panted. "Give it to me, give it to me hard... then get your holes ready, 'cause I am so gonna wreck you both!"

Soft, lewd chuckles answered me while two cocks savaged me lustfully; one pale porcelain, capped with a proud purple plum, and the other dark chocolate, thick as a Coke can, ramming up into my bottom. 'Niqua's hands, as warmly brown as her ass-reaming tool, stroked me, over my belly, my breasts while she fucked my ...

The battle between the forces of good and evil, the host of Heaven and Hell's armada, is never-ending. The struggle has lasted through eternity, and will continue even past the end of Time; the battle is waged at every level. Sometimes that conflict spills over onto the earthly plane, and we glimpse faces of that titanic, endless war...

The demoness looked around. The alley was filthy; it stank of rotting garbage, stale fear, sweat and base lusts. Shielded from the Polite World by a chance dogleg of wall, the denizens of the alley indulged their sordid appetites. Pushers sold their wares, prostitutes and gigolos tiredly offered themselves for rent. Some of those rentals were conducted right here in this alley. Over by a barrel, a jaded blonde girl knelt submissively, passively accepting the pathetic cock being rammed into her mouth by one of those members of the Polite World who had taken a brief side-step off the path of propriety, prosperity and success. A pimp counted his roll while two other girls paraded listlessly, their clothes grubby and in ill repair, tarted up with cheap mascara, lipstick and hastily applied perfume. She smiled. Life was good.

Ethereal, unseen, she strode ...