almost purring, rubbed her face against her dick, stroked her buttocks and thighs with her palms, until He wished for something more effective.

Lisa put her fingers on the base of the black trunk, slightly tilted him. Gentle sponges slightly opened and nestled to the head filled with power. The wings of an elegant nose fluttered, absorbing the disturbing aroma of a heated male nature. Almost not melted by tenderness, Lisa began to suck the pommel, her tongue huddled against firm flesh, continually groping for a hole with a sharp tip. Lisa still felt embarrassed by the kind of heart-rending pleasure she received, kneeling in front of the male, with his penis, gripped by her lips at the top. But the anticipation of intercourse with him was stronger. And her nature did not resist anymore, and when the clawed hand lay on the back of her head, Lisa, understanding what was required of her, opened her mouth wide and helpfully made her sponge ring, thankfully looking at Him from the bottom up. Then she moaned and planted with all her might on a huge organ. She tried to close the sponge tightly on the trunk, even though it was not easy because of its size. And then she shook her in a small orgasm: she felt a fleeting praise. Lisa, hurrying and wanting to pierce her throat, only to earn another drop of approval, began to sit down with her mouth on an incredibly hard count. She pressed the tongue to the trunk, she pulled off the skin to the base, walking her lips almost the entire ribbed length. She was losing the last bits of her mind, moaning louder and sucking all the more violently.

Feeling his new desire, Lisa lay on her back and shamelessly spread her legs. Her body trembled and trembled in anticipation of a hot and implacable penetration. The eyes begged, the lips whispered “Well, please,” but He hesitated until she took the nails of her petals and spread them, inviting Him to taste her bodies. Then He knelt down and put a huge head to the obligingly open pussy. Lisa, biting her lips, almost in hysterics, bent, craving to get a huge dick between the legs. Somewhere in the back of the mind a familiar thought flashed: “How can he enter me?”, But she was overshadowed by the thought that He was waiting for the already-existing female to fully mature and not be able to talk about anything except about the ways of His satisfaction.

Sweet torture did not last long. He leaned over the woman, leaning on his hands, and she, already certain that she could please him, grabbed a hard cock with tenacious fingers and sent him into herself. Penetration was not easy. For some time, a huge body tossed in the captivity of delicate petals, unable to overcome the elastic resistance. Liza elozila, trying to impale herself, opened herself in front of him, impatiently and with a sense of moaning, and finally the head slipped into the wet depth, burning it with its heat. As soon as a member broke into a narrow throat, Lisa screamed from the deafening sensations in her incredibly stretched snatch, threw her arms around her lover and legs, pressed her breasts to the rough skin. It was not yet an orgasm, but complete discharge was already inexorably rolling.

Sensing His hint, Liza did not hold back and groaned, screamed, feeling how such a tight hole was shrinking her, pulsing embracing her hard, like a stone, member. The knowledge that He was watching her, beating and wriggling, pinned by a long member to the dance car, added an orgasm of saturation and made her beat on the penis again and again. He was obviously pleased that the woman had finished in the first seconds of penetration.

When consciousness again began to return to Lisa, she embarrassed lowered. She was a female, subordinate to her male, and now he needed what she could do. And Liza, having put her heels on His buttocks, began podmahivat, sit down on her stretching member.She realized that He did not want a storm yet. Therefore, her pussy slid slowly along the trunk, feeling every vein with its delicate moist folds. Thin fingers caressed very broad shoulders, hard chest. Sometimes Lisa was bent, and a nimble tongue caressed black nipples. Her palms caressed the rough buttocks, and her ass still lifted above the palace, so that the member entered deeply - deeply.

Her sighs were more and more deep and frequent, and when He put his hands under her buttocks, she shuddered with her whole body and groaned. During this movement, a huge organ entered into it so deeply that it seemed to her that he pressed it from the inside somewhere in the solar plexus area.

Then she screamed again when He began to deliver powerful blows, knocking the spirit out of her. At the same time, very large palms threw her ass towards her, so that she thought that he would now pierce her through. At the same time, His palms squeezed and squeezed supple buttocks, and the woman's consciousness began to grow dim again, slipping into the depths of painful and blinding sensations, among which there was no room for reason. Losing her human form, Lisa again felt like a female, the purpose of which is only to surrender herself to be no more than a refuge for an organ that does not know pity.

Sensing a change of mood, Lisa took a deep breath and withdrew from a hard member, feeling how the wet juice path paved the way from a given vagina to the anus. He was kneeling in front of her, and his rearing member slightly quivered, releasing grease. A thin silver thread with a drop at the very bottom stretched from the top. Lisa slavishly looked at him asking for permission. He did not mind, and Lisa hastily crouched before him. Her tongue with a spatula picked up the hanging silver droplet, and she, coming in from pleasure, slightly lifted her head and again put her lips to the ball of the head. For some time he allowed her, uncomfortable posture, crouched at His knees, to take his dick in her mouth. When he deigned to continue, Lisa hastily turned her ass to him, standing up with cancer. The woman widely spread her knees, jerked her ass higher, bent in the back. Everything for Him to be comfortable. Her current hole was completely at his service, open and wet. He ran a crimson head on the current cunt and the next moment with a sharp movement pierced her. Lisa hoarsely screamed and collapsed her breasts in the palace. Her ass shuddered from a cruel blow, then from one more and again ...

Lisa lost track of time and orgasms, shaking her body, devoured to the mercy of a demon. She no longer understood whether she was beating from unbridled pleasure or from the powerful unrelenting blows of a huge organ that made her ass walk. She could only feel that she had finally turned into a machine, created exclusively for His enjoyment.

But now Lisa felt how He was coming to a climax. In obedience to his will, she turned and approached a huge organ, now swollen to a completely unbelievable size. She could not believe that such a colossus had just been placed in it. However, she did not think about it. Her whole being pierced with admiration, her palms lifted the balls of her breasts, and her lips opened wide. Now He will give her ... No sooner had this thought flashed in her brain, as if a huge member had exploded with a fountain of whitish splashes, a powerful wave that hit Lisa in the face. Lisa enthusiastically caught the stream, rushing into her mouth. Sperm flew on her face, on her hair, flowed, not fitting in her mouth, on deliberately exposed breasts, running down her nipples and dripping on her hips and stomach. One trickle slid between her thighs, flowing over the petals and scorching them with heat. The woman felt a push, with delight feeling that she had finished again. She had finished only because he was finishing her mouth in a dutifully framed mouth.

Knowing that he would like it, Lisa stuck her mouth to her cock. Squinting from pleasure and drops of semen flowing over her eyes, she lovingly sucked on the still hard organ.Her sensitive lips gave the last sensual sensations, absorbing the remnants of sperm.

Finally, he restrainedly indicated that he was pleased with his woman, turned and, without turning around, stepped into the mirror, dissolving into the reflection of the room.

Lisa crawled up to the mirror and pressed her whole body to the cold glass, not paying attention to what is smearing him with sperm. She hoped to prolong the sense of possession. The nagging feeling of tenderness that engulfed her was unwittingly transferred onto a piece of glass that looked normal.

What was it? Is madness? However, the sperm, covering the body in thick streams, and the pain in the tortured cunt showed that He was completely material, and His call, which still sounded in the brain, was not delirium of the inflamed consciousness. She was sure that He would still come when she missed his female, ready to smooth His sexual appetite without hesitation.

Alternative epilogue. Those who did not wander through the Secret City, please do not read.

Santiaga drummed his fingers on the table, right next to the ketchup stain, then turned to Las Vegas, barely visible behind the pile of once again disassembled computer units:

- What is the likelihood that the metamorph is out of control?

“25% and the likelihood continues to fall,” Tamir replied, holding a hefty sandwich in his hands and glancing suspiciously at Domingue - is he not going to encroach on his food? However, Domingue is not interested in sandwiches.

- Tell me, commissioner, I do not understand why you are messing with this metamorph? He is stupid and almost impossible to train! - In the black, usually impenetrable eyes, a genuine perplexity shone on you. - Why let him out of the dungeons of the Citadel to this weak human witch?

Santiaga smiled thinly, straightened the lapel of his light-beige suit:

- And who told you that I am interested in a metamorph?

Tamir erased the spot of the sauce from the tip of the long nose and suddenly froze. Putting the bitten sandwich in dangerously close to Doming's elbow, he glanced at Santiago.

- Well, of course! - Shas slapped his forehead. - Human girl! Weak witch, but feels perfectly Call of Blood! And every time more and more. Do you want to use it in the attack on the Sabbath?

“I thought about it,” Santiaga nodded, trying not to show that today he was somewhat disappointed with Las Vegas. “However, I am most interested in one interesting artifact.” I do not know why it passed by your attention, but this couple uses the Mirror as a portal. A portal built straight to the Citadel! In a passive state, this artifact is ordinary glass in a beautiful frame, bought in a fashionable store. However, when these two people are experiencing ... uhh ... a need for each other, the mirror creates a portal, and without creating magical perturbations. An interesting thing, I still can not understand the way it works. In general, you need to be ready to collapse this portal at any time and look after Lisa. So that close to her there were no miracles or people!

- We understood, the commissioner! “Las-Vegas devotedly looked at Santiago.” Chilly shivering under his piercing gaze. It is bad to make mistakes, and even in the presence of the Commissioner of the Dark Yard!

Santiaga nodded, stood up, straightening his light-colored trousers with arrows, which you can cut off:

“Okay, I'm at Lizard, something big is being prepared there today, Cortes must be there, and Jan with him.” I think she should dig in the libraries ...

But that's another story!