Emma lay destroyed on the soaked altar, chest heaving, legs still spread wide in a trembling, obscene M. Her once-tight p***y was a ruined, gaping wreck, bright red, puffy, and twitching open and closed like a hungry mouth. Thick strands of her own squirt and cream hung from the stretched hole, dripping steadily onto the black silk that was now completely drenched beneath her ass. Her small t**s glistened with spit and c*m. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted in a constant, broken whimper.
She had already c*m more times than she could count.
And it still wasn’t enough.
Lilith stood between her spread thighs, but she was no longer just Lilith.
Her eyes burned brighter. Two elegant black horns curled back from her forehead. A long, sinuous tail with a spade tip flicked behind
