Novel & Cerita May God Strike My Dong

- He said. - I'll make you feel good, so relax, so I can hit your prostate. - Said Kurayami, and the new god did that, he stabbed him with strength, speed, with incredible intensity. Kurayami on top of him, between his legs, on top of his body, slamming inside Dark-Dragon, he introduced that cock, fucking him slamming in and out, into his entrance in a lithe and powerful way like a piston going in and out. with agility.

He growled and I moved, avoiding Stella's eyes as I stood behind her and delivered a strike. “Vee” she gasped as I rubbed on the spot, offering a soothing sensation before delivering another strike. “Count” Dominic’s voice boomed and I struck again. “3” she gasped but Dominic tutted. “I didn't hear numbers 1 and 2, love” I hit, “1” Again “2” she was gasping for breath and something about what I was doing, though twisted, made my juices flow and I delivered another strike, harder this time.

“Such a needy little slut for Daddy’s discipline.” I moaned, pushing back against his hand despite the fire on my skin. The sixth and seventh strikes made me cry out, my voice breaking on the counts. Pain and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. My clit throbbed. My inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled. “Please…” I begged on the eighth. “Please what?” Another hard smack. “Nine! Please, Daddy—I need you.” The tenth strike was the hardest, centered perfectly across both cheeks. I sobbed the count, body trembling. My ass felt raw and glowing. Damien’s hands immediately soothed the burn, massaging the heated flesh with firm s

His hands mauled her tits, milk-like beads of sweat flying. \"Beg for my cum, breeder slut.\" He spanked her clit, the sting pushing her over again—another squirt arcing into the nave, soaking a front-row devotee's cloak. \"Fill me, Father—knock me up in front of them all!\" Dominic roared, flipping her missionary once more, pinning her legs back to her shoulders. He hammered deep, cockhead battering her cervix, the obscene bulge visible in her abdomen.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

"But you are going to ask for this one. Ask me to punish you." "Please Father," I panted. "Please punish me for sinning. I have been a slút, and I deserve to be punished by you striking my pús'sy." "Good girl." He whispered and then... THWACK! "FÚ'CK ME!" I shouted from his hardest strike. "Thank you, Father!" I was moaning and panting as my punishment had ended. It was possibly the most turned on I had ever been in my life, all thanks to a priest.

"If I'm not mistaken, your organs have already shattered. Not even God can save you now!" Boaz declared. Startled for just the briefest moment, Damian couldn't help but laugh. Looking quite amused, he asked, "You think I lost?" "Isn't that obvious?" Boaz retorted arrogantly, brimming with self-confidence. The Iron Strike was a treacherous technique that involved hiding inner energy within the strike, catching others off guard. He'd defeated countless formidable enemies with this attack, even killing semi-grandmasters who were half a martial realm above him.

Golem gently lifted my right leg up , locking eyes with me, as he pulled out his massive rod and thrusted it inside me, making me moan loudly as I gasp for air " I want to plant my seeds inside you, do you promise to nurture it." "Yes I do" I struggled to say in-between gasping for breath and moaning, I felt like my spirit was leaving my body. He kept thrusting his rod in to me, stabbing me with it back and forth like it was a knife , and I kept moaning out loudly and uncontrollably, thankfully with the sound of the water, it would be impossible for anyone to hear my screams.

It suddenly makes anger cloud through my mind. I begin to struggle vigorously in his arms, but he is relentless in letting me go. I finally swing my right leg behind me with the intention to probably hit him hard in the nuts, and I am praying to the good Lord that I am going to meet my target, but I actually miss when my leg comes in contact with his own leg, and he chuckles.