And the demoness, raising her tail, rubbed her delicate petals against the crimson head. It was perfectly clear that her bright pink against the background of a black ass, the pharynx opened appealingly, but still the hole was so tiny relative to the size of the instrument. Demoness it seems not at all embarrassed. She confidently caught the most captive petals and, moaning, began to sit down on him. The nuns, with some kind of sympathy, watched as the monstrous tool gradually entering demeness stretched a narrow crack. It seemed to them that the fragile body is a graceful female glove worn on a wide male palm.

But when a member of the most pot-bellied eggs entered the demoness, and then she, leaning against her hips, like a rider, began to stand up, Agnes suddenly felt a strange tension under the hood. The fabric suddenly became stuffy and cramped. The nun wanted to rip her off and appear before a demon as completely naked as his girlfriend. And so that his huge penis is the same ... No, no! So you can not think! Can she even think about it? But why so billowing chest? And why suddenly nipples so hardened? So, with every breath they carry such terrible sensations, when the heavy fabric rubs at the very tips? "What's the matter with me?" Thought Agnes with horror. "Am I really sick? Maybe I'm turning into a monster, the same as these?" Nun furtively glanced at her friend.

She, too, was overwhelmed with incomprehensible feelings and, fascinated by opening her mouth, watched the demoness, as she clings to a wide red breast and slips, pulling and lowering the elastic ass, on a huge stake it is lighter, and the member sinks into a monstrously stretched hole ever deeper and sharper. Thick, all twined with veins, the member was already wetly glistening to the middle - that was where the low point was, where incredibly stretched delicate petals were staying. Verona felt that her indecent panties, hidden by her robe, are also starting to get wet in front of the hole. She was as wet as the demoness! This, what happens? Her bosom is also ready for copulation, as well as the bosom of this godless creature? It can not be! She can't even be like something! But how touching their tails are intertwined! "Perhaps, Verona thought, I would like to twist my fingers with the demon's fingers. And that he also lovingly stroked and squeezed her hand, as now with her tail of the demoness." does not think about the demon as a nasty monster, Verona was horrified and looked at her friend.

The nuns met their gazes. What did each of them look like? Half open your mouths, reddened cheeks and sparkling wide open eyes. Each blushed to the roots of her hair, realizing that a friend could notice her condition and see completely sinful, not a joke, as before, desires.

Girlfriends hastily turned away to cling to the forbidden alluring spectacle of the couple, copulating in the middle of the basement room.

And there the demon was already growling, screaming horrible fangs. The body of the demoness was no longer clinging to a wide chest. It was wound under powerful blows. Demoness bent, held on weight by huge paws. Her hair was almost stranded on the floor, and her legs no longer embraced her red hips, but were extremely divorced to the sides.

With a shudder, the nuns saw the demon, easily keeping the demonss on weight, repeatedly pushing the fragile body onto its stake. So much so that from the jolts of her breasts soar under the chin, and between the legs heard juicy squelch. However, the demoness did not mind at all.On the contrary, she sensually screamed in beat with the blows, and sometimes she even bent her legs and spurred her monstrous lover with the neat hoofs.
And suddenly the body of the demoness vibrated in a completely unimaginable way, she rose abruptly and, clinging to the massive body of the demon with her breasts. He dug into his lips with his own, she didn’t stop shaking, and the muffled moans continued to reach the dumbfounded nuns. Moreover, girlfriends have generally fallen into a stupor, when transparent splashes have sprinkled from under the tightly stretched hole and dripped to bellied eggs.

Demoness began to slowly twist her ass, as if in a slow dance:
- Dear, and you are not dead yet? Do you want me to finish with my mouth? Or do you want to do these two beauties? No wonder they are here?

Both nuns felt the floor go under their feet. What does it mean "not dead"? What does "do" mean? Each picture appeared, as it will be torn apart by a monstrous member, if the demon decides to "take up" it just as he had just been demoness. Well, only if he decides to just poke his monstrous tool in the crotch? Without taking off her panties? Waves of conflicting feelings ran from Agnes and Verona, from transcendental horror to the sweet desire to find themselves in the paws of a demon.

And when the demon removed the demoness from his member and put it on the hooves, they lowered their eyes - from the fear of innocent sheep that found themselves in the wolf's den to the fear of being caught in unacceptable thoughts.

“Good bitches,” came the gentle voice of the demoness.

- I took them a long time. You have no idea, dear, what surprises their clothes conceal.

- What are some? - judging by the sounds, the demoness jumped on her slim hooves and clapped her hands. - I want, I want to see!
A hard, hot whirlwind leaped up around the nuns for a short time, and when the rush fell, they felt that they were standing, an inconceivable humiliation! before the demons without clothes! On their young healthy bodies, only obscene panties, stockings, and shoes, so emphasizing the femininity of long legs, remained. The hats were also not torn off, but their bottom edge was too short to cover at least elastic, full-weighted balls. The nuns screamed and tried to cover their shame with their hands.

- Hands down, girls! - shouted the demoness and, when the nuns, shaking from humiliation, followed the instructions, she squealed with her tongue approvingly: “What a beauty! ... Dear, just look at their panties!” And what are these wet spots on them?

“It seems that our love did not pass without a trace for them,” came the rumbling voice of the demon. From his modulations, Agnes felt how another portion of her juices leaked into her panties, and Verona sighed a long breath.

The sofa creaked heavily, taking a large body. Verona decided to sneak a peek and saw that the demon actually sat down, but its member did not decrease in size at all. She was hammered by a big shiver, but then the demoness' tail sounded in her ass. Another slap sounded - apparently Agnes also got it.

- Girls, go to the Boss and kneel in front of him.

- So, a little bent, ass pulled up ... Fine! Dear, they are at your disposal!

Agnes and Verona, being on their knees in front of the demon, could not resist and with a sweet sinking raised their eyes to the huge phallus, which was proudly rising in front of them. One did not even justify itself - it was painfully sweetly pulsing between the legs, the second reasoned - if all the same red eyes, swollen from sperm, eggs appeared in sight, then there would be nothing terrible also from contemplating that of them heaving up

Near the monstrous weapon even more amazed the imagination and forced the girlish heart to shrink from the sweet horror and anticipation of something terribly obscene, but so attractive.

And then suddenly the phallus shook and in the eyes of the surprised nuns began to share. First, a small cavity dividing the crimson head began to deepen, and then the member split into two.Each of them was much smaller in diameter than the initial one, but it acquired in length and was now swaying and impatiently ... Read more →