The Arrival
Azazel kept stimulating in a slow manner “what sweet sounds you make. Im only using fingers…oh I wonder the sounds you will make when I let you feel me completely in you.” He said against mariel skin. Voltaire blink some as he sat back after the angel came and looked up “virgins..” he said flatly. Stood up and used mariel jacket to clean his face. Azazel would thrust a few more times before stopping and then leans down to pull up the angels pants. Purring “such a perfect pet.” into the angels ear as Voltaire turned to push the button … Continue reading The Arrival