Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and. The Demon pushed against her pussy, she could feel its cock bearing down on her labia. There was no way it would fit. Inserting the fat end of a baseball would have been easier. This would be like trying to stuff a wine bottle up her pussy. A wine bottle that was two feet in length, and almost uniformly thick. In a motion that was almost too quick to process the Demon let go of her hand, reached down to grab her ankle and pulled her leg up. A metallic thud sounded when its hand crashed back.Read More
