The Devil came back from Georgia and met with his Executive Committee to review potential souls to target. He had several Popes, Imams, and various other religious leaders to help out.
"There is a young woman in Alabama that is a prime target. She has sex constantly," said a Baptist Minister who lived below due to his penchant for prostitutes. "Just look at this!" And a Diabolical Power Point Appeared with sound and video.
Silky was on her hands and knees as George licked her asshole. Her red hair hung as draperies to her emerald eyes, while she poured liquid heat on his fingers.
"Oh, God that's so good, right there, yes, there!" She shuddered as she moaned. "Please don't play anymore, just fuck me!"
"I'll fuck you when I am ready!" Slap! George landed a sharp blow to her butt. After three more handprints in florid crimson painted her derrière, she was even more out of control.
"Puh lease, George! Fuck me now!"
George put his hand on his swollen cock, and the Devils crew could see from every angle at once, so they saw the purpled head nearly bursting, the veins standing out on his shaft, and the crimson wetness of her cunt as he approached her entrance. Her introitus strained to allow his adamantine erection to slide deep into her close-fitting pussy.
"Jesus, Silky, you are so fucking tight! I think I'm gonna explode!"
"Oh yes, that's it! You are so big! I like your finger in my ass!"
"Here it comes baby! Aahhh!"
"Yes George, yes yes! Oh, God, I'm gone!"
"I think this clearly establishes her as a fornicator."
"Not so fast," replied the devil, being his own advocate. "She loves George. We know that's true. She is sincerely expressing that love."
"But the blasphemy!"