He was cuming. My tears were rolling on my cheek. My mouth was dripping cum, and I was happy. He didn't say anything but now for round two. I thought ...round two? Round too means me moaning like a little slutty slut; having my orgasm, having my cunt filled with that same hot loads of sperm. He lifted my legs and spread me like an eagle spreads his wings. Anticipating the moment, I was on the stairway to heaven, he shoved it in, and I was screaming, wanting more and more. Then he slightly turned. Weisberg. It sounded basic, which was what I wanted, and I figured if it was written by a woman, she’d know what girls go through.I took it back to my table. The reading area is a high balcony that overlooks the main level, with bright skylights overhead. I sat down facing out and started to read. The book was laid out like an encyclopedia, in alphabetical order. I looked up vagina, masturbation, and penis. There was even an entry on feet that said See fetishes.What blew me away was that there. Angela was getting a little scared. Why would she need her legs tied open? Where was this tattoo going? But then she thought that Michael must have forgiven her or he would not still be getting her tattoos to make her more beautiful. The question of where was soon answered as Joseph poured more alcohol over her inner thighs and pussy lips. He worked for quite some time tattooing something that covered the inner thighs and both pussy lips. The process was painful, but Angela dare not let it. Merrick opened her mouth and he slowly pushed his dick into her mouth, then into her throat, Merrick was already gagging but the sound exited Lucifer, as did the way that her throat tightened. He pushed even deeper, he fully fucked her throat. Tears ran down Merrick's cheeks, and her throat hurt from gagging and from her father's cock down her throat. She felt as if she was going to vomit. But her cunt, which was completely exposed to every single aching soul, was dripping wet. Lucifer fucked.