Her willpower was a soap bubble in a room full of pins, Demika knew without a doubt as her tongue slowly lifted from between her trembling pinks lip... She was lost. "Light forgive me..." She moans throatily, her hot breath washing over that solid rod of domineering flesh like an ocean wave upon the cliffs. Anna'a words darkly seep into her young brain and make her bridge that tiny gap, soft, wet tongue flicking out to ever so gently lap at the tip of that beautiful pecker. The very scent of it sending tendrils of arousal snaking through her core, belly writhing as she douses her panties!<br/><br/>"Sooooo good... Oh Light! You smell like divinity!" Demika cares nothing for the outside world right at that moment, a crowd could buy tickets to the show of her newest job as The Mistress's cocksucker! Oblivious, she wraps her lips around that spongy head, tounge sliding along the underside of that monstrous tool and coating the already quite wet shaft with her own honey pot mouth. 'She tastes like a Goddess...' Breathing through her nose, the priestess makes light little bobbing motions with her head, never taking more than an inch or so inside as a velvet tounge makes delicate swirling motions intended to please the triumphant creature...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>