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Julia, that was my name. Julia Gendian; former sister of The Holy Mother, orphan of parents I had murdered, god of a religion I didn’t believe in. Lover of a woman who’d known me close up my whole life. Captive of a spirit who had stolen me from her. I looked down in horror at the body she had changed, down at the evidence of sin that laid bare upon my flesh. Sin that would never wash Hardcore away, sin that could not be forgiven. Deformation for the sake of depravity, indulgence in excess and debauchery, abandonment of everything I once stood for. My identity had been raped from me, my gender mutilated for perverse purposes, but that’s not what tortured me now. No, the agony that raged in my mind, was the knowledge that I had asked for it. “What did you teen do to me?” I hissed through clenched teeth, my fingers sinking into Passion’s shoulders. “Only what you wanted.” Passion whimpered, eyes bulging and trembling. “What I wanted?!” I growled, shaking Passion, “Do you think I wanted this?!” “I’m sorry!” Passion cried, still trying to pull me close, still trying to fuck me. “You’re sorry?” I snarled, forcing her face to within a breath of mine, “ You’re sorry?! ” “I love you.” Passion whimpered, her big, golden eyes staring with all the adoration in the world. I actually laughed. I laughed an shaved uncontrollable, hideous bout of mirth that came pouring from some dark place within me, some rot that festered and spread to every corner of my mind, some hatred that only begot evil. I was already a murderer, wasn’t I? I was damned to hell for the worst kind of sin, and I’d spent the last decade of my life trying to pray away the unforgivable. I’d always been a liar, a disgusting cunt who’s good at pretending, as Lucilla had said, except I’d only ever been lying to myself. This body was my reward from damnation, my true form, a reflection of the black soul that dwelt within it. Why not stack one more mortal sin onto the pyre, and reserve a better seat in hell? I grabbed Passion by her mane of scarlet and tore her head back, smiling into her bulging eyes as my hand ran covetously along her form. Her breath quickened in her throat, her back arched for me, and she melted to my form, her doggystyle body teeming with desire as her lenses quaked with fear. I loosened the hold I had on her mane, and tenderly cupped her wet cheek into my palm as my other hand pulled her close by the small of her back. “In a way, Passion,” I smiled warmly, wiping her tears away with my thumb, “I love you too.” A lady across the way, became somewhat offended as she glanced their way. As more of her hand disappeared from sight, she arched her hand up, pulling the panties away from her body. The heat swelled and swelled, feeding my orgasm. Sam's cheek rubbed against close up mine, so silky smooth. She was more than happy with the doggystyle plans laid for the celebrations and had very littlle she wished to add except that she would have to make a trip before the wedding. “OK. I'll go and get a condom and then teen I'll fuck you from behind” I said striding off the bed. it took me 9 months to finally got my wife fucking him. Like her head was elsewhere. Her tits nearly spilling out. I didn’t want to ruin the romantic moment shaved for you, so I tried to think Hardcore about important things like warmth and closeness instead of prostatic juices and sperm cells and whatever, and I swallowed it down like you had told me to. I know what you need. Or Two, just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. Also from Nicole’s text messages when I was out, I understood everything went as planned. I see the finest quality carpets from the Mellithian system. Although she couldn’t be happy about her situation she could agree with one thing, he did have a big cock, certainly bigger than anything she had sampled recently. My fingers squeezed and slapped her sexy thick asscheeks.