Hold still for Satan

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You decide against trying to resist the lord of the underworld, and instead spread your legs furtively. You're looking forward to this.

"Good girl," Satan says in a deep chocolaty voice. There's a note of velvet too.

Before you can react, Satan slams into you with his enormous cock. You gasp. It has to be over a foot long.

Satan leans over you, still stuck in to the hilt. "Tight... Hot... I could get used to this."

"P-Please..." you whimper, struggling to get your hands underneath you.

Satan chuckles, flashing a pointed-tooth smile. He grabs your neck with his hand and slams you face down onto the hot slab of concrete.

"Please? Please what?" he booms.