Lisa’s mouth softly descending on mine. Lisa’s cunt embracing the girth of my cock. A final fantasy image gripped my mind like an iron fist in a v...elvet glove. Lisa straddled my thighs, pressing herself down onto my body, the warmth of her thighs descending around my cock, her body slowly swallowing the length of my throbbing erection. Her hands clenched her own breasts, face distorted in the throes of an orgasm. In my mind I felt the ripple of muscles deep in her cunt clench and release. I lost my balance and fell over her. While my dick still was inside her pussy, we rearranged our self on the sofa. She was now lying on her back, and I was over her missionary. Her legs were pointing right up to the ceiling.My body went closer to her body while my hips were pounding her pussy. My lips found her neck. I started to suck on it. I could taste her salty sweat. I started to move further up, kissed her cheek, and then I found her mouth. She had her mouth opened, her eyes were still. So, all things considered, no complaints." She giggled, "Sir." Grim Reaper?"Allison kept talking as she photographed the street scene. "You walk like a stalking tiger, your muscles look like skin covered steel, but the scariest thing is the eyes. They are dead flat black. No iris, no pupil. Just bottomless black. The Grim Reaper."Rani had paused to listen. "And a voice like James Earl Jones mixed with an executioner. The Fourth Horseman, the Angel of Death, pissed at making house calls. If we. My pre-cum was soaking both of their hands as they began to stroke it. I thought I had won the lottery or was in ‘Heathen’s Heaven’. Together they stroked my dick until I exploded loads of cum over their hands, down my pants, and on the floor. Very discreetly, both ladies ducked their heads under the table to taste and swallow as much of my jism as they could in a second or two, and then both of them kissed me and transferred some of my cum to my mouth through their deep throat kisses. After a.