Satan was a Lesbian

"Your tummy's a veritable oasis for a thirsty hunter." Her head dipped again, lips moving lower. They stopped their wandering completely and settled down for an extended stay. They had apparent­ly found an abundant supply of what they were after. They opened wider, pressed tighter. The tongue flicked faster and harder.

And Mary Ann completely forgot the rules of the game. She twisted, lunged, arched, clawed. She squealed, screamed, moaned, squealed again. Her body be­came an unward arched bo...