I was not what you would call a nice person. That is why Saint Peter met me at those Pearly Gates and sent me on my way. What he actually did was to t...ell me to go through a gilded doorway. Once I crossed the threshold, I was on a slide that rapidly carried me down to Hell. Man was that a scary ride.My first century in Hell was spent as one of the Tormented. Toward the end of that period, I mentioned a way to increase the number of souls Saint Peter sent down the ‘Slippery Slide to Hell’. My. 'Like?' 'Like, he takes me on a drive. He prepares coffee for me. He does my face. He does my armpits and he massages my face, neck and so on'. She replied.'Has he ever massaged them' he said looking at her bosom?'No, he has just touched them' she replied.'Do you intend to let him massage them' he asked.'No, not here, it is too crowded a place' she replied.'Then where' he asked bringing her face closer to his.'I need some seclusion' she replied.'I know such a place' he spoke softly in her. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM!" Victoria screams.”OH FUCK! NO …..PLEASE NOOOO ….UUUUUGGGHHH ”. Before she could finish her sentence I pulled tight on her hips and thrust my hips forward. The head of my cock forces its way past the tight grip of her asshole and dives inside her. Erika grabbed two fist fulls of the sheet and buries her face into the pillow as I continue to pull her asshole onto my thick throbbing cock. It didn’t hurt like she thought it would since my two. During the minute, Ben remembered fucking Amanda very hard on Saturday night past. They had been changing positions every few minutes, partly to avoid the routine sex that they both hated, but also because their bodies were older than they had been and they were sometimes prone to discomfort if they didn’t shift their weight around. When they both came, it had been with Ben standing at the side of their bed with his dick up Amanda’s pussy, while her toes pointed at the ceiling and she urged him.