Father Augustine's cock throbbed beneath his cassock, aching more with every fall of his hand. Mary's ass burned bright red.Red is a whore's color.Cra...ck!“Father!” Mary groaned.“It is not enough,” growled Father Augustine as he hiked up his cassock. His dick pressed against Mary's naked thigh. “You have pulled me into sin. You filthy whore.”“Yes!” screamed Mary as he thrust his cock into her hot pussy. Her sheath gripped him as he buried deep into her pussy.He was violating the altar by fucking. He felt she was not a complete woman any more and not the woman he married. ‘He’s a bastard.’ I blurted out. She looked slightly shocked. I blushed and stammered, ‘I’m sorry. It’s not my place to say that. I’m so sorry he left you, and I think he is the loser, as you are a lovely person.’ ‘Thank you,’ she responded. We continued our walks, and I saw her a few times after that day until my job changed and I didn’t walk at that time any more. I still occasionally thought of her, and the damage. “Or he stays, and you would be killing a powerful ally in this little battle that is now, as you say, your problem.” Granny turned her head, looked up at the Nosferatu glaring down at her, and breathed smoke into his face. “If you can kill me, that is.”And, again, silence fell upon the room and everyone in it until all that could be heard was the breathing of the two living creatures, and their heartbeats. Mark’s, loud, panicked, and Azamel’s, steady, and soft. The two old monsters stared at. “Fuck, I've wanted you since I first saw you!” he yelled. He slapped my ass hard as I moaned for him, “Fuck me harder. Come on, you have me now fuck me.” He screamed and I felt him shooting into me which was enough to set me off. Then suddenly he collapsed onto my back pressing me face first into the bed.He rolled off me onto his back. Not wanting to let Mr. Malone down, plus knowing I am the nympho slut that I am, I got onto all fours, moved between his legs, and started sucking him again..