“How?! How is it possible?! I stole your soul!” Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break free of her prison.“Simple, you stole ONE of my souls. I ...guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the fusion of an army of Angel souls instead of given life by Jehovah. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it’s nothing I can’t do without.”“But the ritual, I felt it drain everything from you!. With a grunt, he thrust back inside of her his hands running over her body, exploring every inch he could reach until she was a writhing mass of flesh unable to do anything but feel. Her cries urged him on, her wriggles and shivers only making him thrust harder."You're so damn tight, Kaylee," he groaned, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. "I love fucking you like this."The sound of the water rushing over her head was loud, but she heard the noise anyway. "W ... wait," she gasped, holding her. "Well I don't want to cut you." You aren't going to cut anything unless it makes contact with my skin." Sarah took the razor off of me and did a stroke before returning me the razor and telling me to wash it in the bowl of warm water. I rinsed the razor and repeated Sarah's movements until her mons was bare. She leant back and slid her bottom forward, with her feet resting flat on the bed, instead of the floor."Now, take some more shaving foam and apply it down the sides." My erection, already. As I went to bed, my mind hatched a wicked idea. The next evening my stomach was in a knot as I was excited to tell my wife what I had been thinking, but at the same time, I was terrified she would think I had totally lost all my senses and gone crazy. I took her out for a meal and bought her a few drinks. She had a great buzz going when I told her, "Hey, I think I might have the perfect idea for something special for Dave's birthday next week." My wife was looking at me as I hesitated. She.