Miss Deja: Big Boob Superstar Deja’s First Porn Scene! Part 3

No claws, no hooves, adorable no tail. He was glad his monstrous form had not followed him into his dreams. James let out a slow breath, an involuntary sigh of relief. He wasn't dead; he was in the Temple of Venus, and that meant he was alive. But the Temple was different. The towering columns of gold didn't shine as they had before. The clouds seemed darker. The tiled floor had cracks running through it. The Temple had aged a great deal over the last big two days, and it no longer held the same beauty and mystery. There were more important things to deal with at the moment though. James looked around, expecting to see Lilith, but she wasn't there. He tried to reach out with his magic to find her, but his power was still sealed deep within him. Rising slowly from the throne, James stood. "Lilith?" he called out. He turned, scanning the endless expanse of the Temple for his mistress. He found her sitting on the steps of the large marble dais behind the great girlfriend throne. She was holding herself and staring off into the distance, apparently deep in thought. "Lilith…" James spoke her name gently, but the demoness didn't answer. He walked around the throne and approached the woman. When she didn't acknowledge him, James sat down on the step next to her, leaving a respectful distance between them. He watched her as they sat in Cuckold silence. Lilith's appearance, like the Temple's, had changed again. James was taller than her for once, and he actually had to look down at his beautiful mistress. Instead of cloven hooves, her bare legs ended in slender feet, which rested on the cool marble steps. At the base of her spine, above her shapely buttocks, there was no trace of her whip-like tail. Two wings remained on her back, but they were much smaller than the intimidating sails that she normally kept folded behind her. James doubted very much that the demoness could fly with those tiny wings. The nubs of two small horns rose from Lilith's head, barely visible above her long, jet-back hair, which flowed gently down her back and over her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. Her pronounced cheek bones were softer, her fierce features subtler. She looked less like the dangerous demoness James had first encountered two weeks ago, and more like the scared girl in James' vision. But she was still Lilith, wasn't she? Her sapphire eyes, focused on the realm's infinite horizon, casting held considerable sadness. Her expression was otherwise neutral, but James knew she was hurting. "Lilith," he said again, with more conviction than before, "please look at me." The raven-haired woman turned to face him slowly. She kept her eyes down, unable to look him in the eyes. "James…" she spoke quietly, "I have something to tell you. I…" "No," James interrupted, "I have to tell you something. I-" You notice that all stress has simply big disappeared. Two of them, in fact. He clapped me on the back, told me I was on my own now, and walked away. Brian:-groans...."Krissy I’m so close.... if you don’t pause i will fill your pussy with my cum....and we are not using any protection are you sure that’s a girlfriend risk you want to take ?....."...he feels his body tens up his hips adorable starts to trust up to meet her little daughters pussy slams...."hhh We meet again little boy” Bellatrix said and licked her casting lips. Your dad didn’t want you to be alone tonight and I guess you didn’t hear me knocking so I used my key.” I was going to try my hardest to fix things. I remembered how good it had felt to kiss him….to let my horniness take over and to finally have sex with him. When she was finished with the groceries, it was time for me to excuse myself from the table. “And so I will”, she smiles, “as long as you apply the lipstick, never ever had that before. Finally, I felt that familiar twinge in my balls. I grabbed the back of her hair Cuckold in my left hand and pumped my hips up and down into her mouth as the sounds of wetness filled the air. She was forbidden to have any type of contact with him. Fear of losing, the thrill of the chase, Victory. There really isn’t anything we can do now, is there? They almost get it right. “I’m hungry, are you hungry,” I ask Juanita, still not sure if that is her name.