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Obviously she had taken the risk to remove the rag and was getting rewarded for the danger. I wondered if Elenore was turned towards the wall or in the outdoor opposite direction. With her growing pregnant belly it seemed likely she was turned away. Still it seemed given that Cecile Netter no matter what got a very good look at the pregnant belly of the apparent nun. My imagination gave me the last of the passion needed and I sprayed her inside with potent pool cum from the demon cock. Halfway through the climax I heard Elenore grunting in irritation, our victim was obviously getting distracted as the the magic hit her. I was done and pulled out of her, but kept hold of her hip so she would remain in position for Elenore’s fun. “I think the confession piss time should be over by now,” I heard Elenore say with regret in her voice. “I go distract the guards while you talk to her.” I pulled Cecile Netter back to my half of the confession box and dumped her down on the floor. She looked at me with wide eyes but the previous fear was replaced by the same kind of content smile that came over all the females I impregnated. “You came inside me!” she mumbled. “Seems like I did, I wanted to make Pissing you pregnant,” I answered while jacking my still wet cock in a lazy fashion in front of her face. “The prophecy, you are the one that is supposed to make me…ahhhhh...pregnant,” she said. The last word sounded more like a moan than actual moan in the middle of the sentence. She closed her eyes as she rocked her blowjob body slowly back and forward. It looked like the noble daughter would cum right there on the floor of the confession box. She opened her eyes to look at me and all I could see in her eyes was all pleasure and devotion. She held my head there. He placed his hands on my hips, “I Pissing can’t believe I have to teach Alkandi how to fuck.” Brock guided me to thrust, our cocks sliding together, pressing Yavara’s nerve-swathed outdoor division between us. “Ooh, Daddy, you've blowjob got to fuck Mom hard!” Dusk moaned. The flared head of her prick plundered even deeper, flaring me open as it progressed. Breakfast over, I went to my room to dress. He came a gusher, the cum boiling out of his balls. I wanted to steal the precious cherry she was saving for Paloma. Please, please, be my man and my husband!” Bonnie, assuming pool she was the wiser, more mature and more womanly of the two, used her perceived advantages to make herself appear to piss be more desirable. His room was in darkness when she passed it in the dead of night and slipped out of the hotel to be collected in a back street. Watching her work her magic on me, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.