#160553 - She watched the agony and struggle on his face as he tried to control himself, stopping himself from panicking and tensing, giving himself up to save his pain. She mated his backdoor with vigour, her lips parted, her long tongue lolling as she panted, eyes half-lidded enjoying the twisted, strained expression on his beautiful face almost as much as she enjoyed the hot velvety walls engulfing her no longer virgin cock, the pleasures of sex infinitely greater than she had ever imagined. Now all he had to do to take his rightful place in the world was to chant the incantation, each syllable needing to be spoken at exact intervals, in the correct tones, volumes, lengths, the inflection without flaw.