One thing was certain though; it would undeniably be brought about Pissing by my sister. And for that, I prayed silently to the lady upstairs, hoping beyond hope that Emily would stay far, far away from me. EMILIY The warehouse had changed to a cozy living room of wood furnishings and quilted covers. The hellscape was still present outside the window however, which meant we hadn’t actually moved. The angel Gabriel stood stiffly with his hands behind his back, trying vainly to ignore the succubus who ogled him. I sympathized with the man, and tried my damndest not to ogle him in turn. He was gorgeous. “So, how are you liking hell?” God asked casually, offering me a cup of tea. “It’s… hell.” I muttered, taking the tea. “A fitting deion.” God smiled warmly. I just nodded, completely unsure of how to act. “Oh, don’t put on airs for me, Emily.” God chuckled, reading my mind, “I know, I know,” God waved a hand, “that gets annoying.” I sipped my tea with her, the only sounds between us being the slurping of our lips. posing I’d been more comfortable when I thought I was about to get tortured. Now I just stood there, occasionally daring a glance at her, only to look sharply away when I met her eyes. Maintaining eye contact with japanese the ruler and creator of existence itself was too daunting a prospect for me. Plus, she definitely knew my browser history, incognito mode be damned. God smiled kindly and expectantly the whole time, unaffected by the awkwardness that consumed me. “I like your dress.” God said. I looked down at the translucent garb that concealed absolutely nothing. Great, I’m showing God my pussy. “Fantasia picked it out.” I mumbled, crossing my legs. “I figured.” God grinned, then shared a smirk with Fantasia. “I’m sorry, do you two know each other?” I asked. “We’ve crossed paths on occasion.” Fantasia snickered, slyly smelling her fingers. “Yeah…” God giggled, bringing the tea to her lips, teen “we’ve bumped into each other from time to time.” God dipped her tongue into the cup. Gabriel cleared his throat, face reddening, his jaw working, “Oh, blow it out your ass, you judgmental prick.” God said snidely to him. “Yes, Your Holiness.” Gabriel replied subserviently, his posture asian as stiff as a soldier’s, but his expression wrought with grave disappointment. God turned to me, and rolled her eyes. “I gave that man the looks of an Adonis and a nine-inch cock, and he decided I wanted him to be celibate. Can you believe that shit? If I handed you a winning lottery ticket, would you think I wanted you to be poor?” “Um…” I said, beyond perplexed, “...maybe he thought it was a test?” “Why does everyone think I’m giving them a test?!” God lamented to the ceiling, “Is it so hard to think that I just want to be nice? Can a gift not be a gift at face value?” “I think the bible says-” We rocked through the song until the point it changed into ‘Don’t rock the jukebox’, her arm went asian around my shoulder as we leaned into the song, I saw the crowd were japanese clapping along to us, I sang as I’ve never sung before as my heart lifted, the pain inside seemed to be flooding away. I don’t get to choose. “I am teen watching Nina, the concierge let me in.” Toby was having an incredible time, and he knew Mrs. Fox was too, at the other end of their train of sex. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, but I thought it’d look suspicious if I just stood here waiting.” “I might be, but I’d want to think about it a bit. I had half a mind to buy her a dress, and we went into the big department store. “He isn’t from here, and said that he was lost. 'Fuck' He groaned, unable to contain himself any more. 'I am enchanted' he said looking at the posing pinkish lips of her dripping cunt surrounded by velvety pubic hair. Lilith's voice echoed through his mind again. Then Olivia told Vickie to unzip my pants and pull them down. “Oh, I recognize you, pretty one,” its voice spoke English, though it was a bit rough, and slurred by its mandibles. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. He asked me if I loved him. When I turned to her, she was already laying with her legs spread and her pussy open begging for attention. Max released him and stepped away until I snapped my fingers and pointed to the one Pissing I had dealt with. “Wriggle your ass love,” he whispered. Thank God for the near full moon outside that shown in through my window.