There is something that people don't remember about demons, that we used to be angels. As such we can hear some prayers. I am close enough to you that I can intercept yours. Can hear them at least. Praying to a god that doesn't care. "We aren't important enough to be listened to and protected." My member starts to force itself inside you slapping you again as I do. Cock warm, heat from the pit burning into you as I rape you. "I bet you were an innocent."
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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