“And did you leave the gag out this time so you can f**k my slobbery mouth as well?”
The words escape me before I can restrain them. But apparently germ worries and the pastor’s proscriptions against any oral activity no longer apply to me. Rather than the expected condemnatory shrieks, Goddess merely laughs at me, as she grabs back on and stabs back into my already badly abraded back passage.
“That’s for me to know and you to discover, sister!”
And so the marathon resumes. And naturally my deity was prescient with her purchase of that gigantic mirror.
Resting on my cuffed-to-the-bed-frame forearms, I can look in that reflection up past my bowed back and eagerly presented hindquarters and gaze enraptured at my deflowerer in action. Even the least arousing parts of that spellbinding spe
