Vile Vixen: The Demon Inside

Vile Vixen walks through the door with blood-red claws and glitter streaking her hair. Her husband drops to his knees, ready to pray. She joins him for half a second, then the prayer turns to heat. Her clothes tear away. Her body arches like it isn’t hers anymore. She’s possessed, wet, and hungry for anything with a pulse. They run to the church. The men of God listen, nod, then strap the husband to the cross so he can watch. Five thick cocks spring free. The first one slams down Vile’s throat until she gags. The second spreads her ass, sinks deep, and starts pounding. They work fast and rough. Two cocks stretch her ass at once, splitting her wide while the third and fourth slap against her tongue. She takes everything, drooling, eyes rolling, the demon inside her crying out with every thrust. Her husband strains against the straps. They ignore him. One after another they empty their balls straight into the gape they made, then hose her face and tits with hot piss until the demon is drowned in it. She shakes through it all, the first scene of her life, and she never stops begging for more.