A bit of Halo-play

Berry pulled her cock out of Amitiel's mouth and cum spurt in white strands onto Amitiel's face, a few drops making it onto Amitiel's tongue. The angel was too caught up in her other holes being violated by Vanilla and Coco to comment, belting a moan of a higher pitch when Coco pinched her nipples.

Abbadon crawled onto the bed next to the trio, licked her thumb and pointer finger, and stroked the halo floating above Amitiel's head like it was the top of a wine class.

Many theologists, theoanthropoligists, and even a few theobiologists have speculated on the purpose and nature of an angel's halo. Some assume it is a type of status symbol, like a crown. Some think it acts as a metaphysical passport, giving angels the power to travel in and out of Heaven with relative ease. Some have even speculated that it contains the brain and soul of the angel, and their bodies are nothing more than a vestigial appendage used to mimic a corporeal form.

It might be all of those things or none of them, but the one thing Abbadon learned after a particular night of heavy petting was that for Amitiel, it was an erogenous zone.

Abbadon had just barely made it around the entire rim of the halo before Amitiel cried out, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as the combined stimulation made her orgasm, flooding her entire body with tremors.

Vanilla sheathed as much of herself into the angel before spilling her seed in her womb, while Coco pulled out and came onto her back.