Give Glenda your creamy pussy

Glenda watches you with lust in her twinkling eyes and her deft fingers stroking the green-furred mound of her sex. Her pale thighs scissor against her hand and she moans.

"Please, sister," she gasps. "Let me taste you."

"Yes, of course," you whisper.

The imp gave you an order and you are only too eager to obey him. You climb onto the lighthouse keeper's bed and straddle Glenda's pretty face. She looks up at you as your hot furrow brushes her chin. You scoot forward and smother her mouth with your cunt. Her nose is buried in your cum-damp thatch of crimson hair.

Glenda lets out a muffled moan of lust from beneath you. She loses interest in frigging herself and uses both hands to grab you by your hips and pull you even more heavily against her face. Her tongue dives into your gooey channel and you feel the hot suck of her mouth as she begins to lave your sticky lips and drink the imp's sweet spunk from the creamy tunnel of your sex.

"Ohhhhh, yes," you cry, grabbing her silky green hair with both hands and rocking your hips to rub yourself against her mouth. "Suck it, sister. Suck our master's cum from my pussy."

Her lusty moans vibrate deep into your pussy. You squeeze your inner muscles, forcing more of the imp's cum to slip into Glenda's mouth. She greedily slurps it down and you feel her tongue pressing between you as she licks up what spills onto your folds and her chin.

"Pretty girls," says the imp. He caresses Glenda's thigh and your bottom. He watches your grinding orgasm as you moan with pleasure and rock atop Glenda's face. "Yes, pretty girl. Cum for sister. I give her cock."

She spreads her legs eagerly for him and it only takes a moment for him to sheath the length of his throbbing red cock in Glenda's tiny slit. She lets out a plaintive whine that seems to echo inside your womb. Her fingers tighten painfully on your hips for a moment and then you feel her answer that invasion of her delicate flower by doubling her efforts to get at every drop of the imp's cum inside yo.

"Greenie even tighter than Fire Hair!" cries the imp.

He saws his cock feverishly in and out of Glenda's glistening groove. The sight of Glenda being defiled by your miniature master fills you with burning joy. His magnificent cock spreads her tender pink, thrusting in and out, faster and faster. Beneath you, Glenda's tongue becomes less eager as she grows distracted with her pleasure. You ride her smothered lips, her nose rubbing against your clit, to one last orgasm before you dismount from her face.

"Ohhhh yes," she cries, gasping for air. "Sister, it feels so good. I can feel it burning in my body."

Glenda arches her back and thrusts her sex onto the imp's swollen pillar. Her nipples stand out proudly beneath her gown. Her small breasts heave with the **** of her pleasure. You unlace the bodice and let your tongue wander over that fleshy pebble. You catch it in your lips and suck. You roll onto your side to lick at her nipples and kiss Glenda, stifling her moans and sharing the taste of the imp's sweet cum.

"My seed boils!" cries the imp, watching you and Glenda kiss. "I seed her!"

"Oh, yes, master!" you moan. "She deserves it!"

You both look up at the imp, gasping in the inferno of lust as you watch your master strain and thrust into your sister. He lets out a high-pitched cry of ecstasy and his cock twitches as he fills Glenda with his infernal spunk. He finally slides his flagging cock from her creamy slit and collapses onto the bed between the two of you.

"Oh, master," moans Glenda, embracing him eagerly. "Thank you! It feels so good inside me!"

You are about to say something when you notice a flash of light from between your thighs. You watch in shock as a pentagram surrounded by daemonic runes appears in the air above your mound. A faint marking remains as the glow fades.

"Looks like Fire Hair is properly seeded," says the imp, rubbing from your breast down to your marked sex. "Too bad. I have more seed to give. Now where I give?"

You're pregnant? The thought fills you with joy. You imagine yourself pushing a pram with a little impling inside and a red-fleshed tot suckling at your creamy bosom. You realize the imp is looking at you expectantly, as if he is asking your advice.