I gave in to the feeling, screaming out as I felt it wash over me. Mature sex She had red skin, big eyes with golden irises and black hair. I was being punished, and all I could do was ask for forgiveness. “So good,” God smiled, “surrender to the desires of your body and feel good forever.”
“You’re not what I expected,” I groaned as God squeezed my breasts, “I thought you’d be…different.”
“You thought I’d be a man?” God laughed, “A stoic father-figure who judges everyone over every little thing? “On your knees and spread ‘em!” God ordered as her dress magically transformed into a police officer’s uniform. I whipped my head and screamed in horror. I moaned with need, their teasing tongues tortuously evading my spot, forcing me to beg for what I wanted. She was trying to hide her curvaceous body with a large sweatshirt and baggy jeans. She had her brown hair done up in a conservative bun, and wore glasses a little too large for her face.
