By the light! This woman knew what she was doing… After every suck of  Vera’s most sensitive flesh, Vera was certain that the next one would bring her to the inevitable climax at the end of this, yet somehow she held it back, kiss after kiss, even after she began to stimulate her own elongated nipples pointed towards the bar ceiling.<br/><br/>It wasn’t an uncommon sight in the Bobbing Head—the naked form of this exotic, tattooed woman resting on one of the larger tables, the massive belly bulging, the round breasts so solid that they held up on their own—although most of the time it involved a stone hard member of one color or another and ended with her cavity filled to the brim with something white. The curse made sure she remained infertile no matter how often she had her womb inseminated, but somehow, she could never quite get enough. They went in and out on repeat and rocked her body into oblivion, but they never stopped—never stopped for this...<br/><br/>The priestess was right where the magic happened; a pair of lips and a tongue doing things that Vera had only dreamed of. Combined with the sensation of what Vera’s fingers were doing to her own nipples—now started to slowly leak warm droplets onto her skin—she could barely stand the constant surges of sheer pleasure throughout her body. As soon as the priestess started with the piercings on her clitoral hood, it became far too much to bare.<br/><br/>There was a moan much louder and longer than any she had made so far, and after a prolonged series of convulsions, Vera’s body relaxed entirely, arms resting on the table, legs still bent at her sides. Once she came back to her senses, she laughed with joy and satisfaction, and propped herself onto her elbows in an attempt to look over her breasts and belly at the divine entity that had done all this to her, almost expecting to see a halo and a pair of radiant wings.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>