The reverend’s wife pushed Franny down on her belly, then shoved a pillow beneath her. My pecker felt like it was going to burst with all the blood that filled it up. Pornhub The Devil’s Pact, The Ghost of Paris
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2014
Chapter Ten: The Bride
Thursday, September 19th, 2013 – Paris, Texas
“You dirty slut,” Happy giggled. “Just relax, baby sister,” Happy whispered. Drink every last drop you filthy dyke!”
Happy held Franny’s face to her cunt as she bucked on the bed, grinding her juicy cooch into Franny hungry lips. You’ll be howlin’ like a bitch-wolf at the moon.”
“I’m about to get married,” Belle fretted. “Course you can, slut! Happy quickly wiped up her sister’s face and then settled the veil on the bride.
