It was a motion that would become much more brutal and demanding in time. Despite Bayonetta’s massive presumption, the ring of truth resided in some of her words. “Sorry, my love. Upon entering the facility his Domina went to the counter and announced they had an appointment for a mud bath. Marioch now lies imprisoned at my breast. Her full, hairless package gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, appetizing as ever to James’ covetous eyes. Pre-cum drooled from her glans and her face was flush red. but your priority was burying me in sand and fucking my mouth.”
“Shush, Cheshire. The sizable pool contained a full four and a half feet of gooey, warm mud. “A few” he answered cheekily. It was a giant, open air studio loft with a full kitchen and a staircase that led up to the second floor bedroom. Calling upon the denizens of the Inferno was a skill known by all in their order, but imprisoning a demon? The rest of the year had lovely days like these broken up by periods of monsoon rain.
