Chapter 1

Omar, with an old man’s unrestrained, sticky lust, tests Annette’s full lips for firmness with his cock.

“Soft...” he notes, excited. Even the most obvious facts of Annette’s anatomy turn him on right now -- because this is no longer something seen, but something tried. His cock jerks with hunger, and, afraid that the twitch might wake Annette, he steps back from her.

Yuri is watching all of it. He feels he’s lost to his demon, but he comforts himself with a thirst for revenge.

“Now, just this once, I’ll watch what this devil is doing to my wife -- and then it’ll never happen again! In a few days he’ll feel better, he’ll crawl back to his basement, and we’ll stay up here and forget about him!”

People enjoy deceiving demons no less than demons enjoy deceiving people. And sometimes it’s not even clear who is deceiving whom ... One thing is clear: Yuri was experiencing such intense pleasure that the sheer force of it alone could serve as an excuse for his inaction. Who, in his place, would refuse such a high? You? Oh -- never say never, as they say...

In Yuri’s lost eyes, Omar is reflected. Let’s look into those reflections ... isn’t it said that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder?

Making sure Annette hasn’t woken, the janitor rakes her body with a carnivorous glance. He masturbates. Suddenly a fire flickers in his eyes -- like a witch’s bonfire -- and Omar bends toward Annette’s legs, parted in sleep. Her husband’s legs tremble at the same time.

The old man draws in the scent of a fresh, healthy yogi’s pussy as if it were cigarette smoke. A woman’s aroma pierces his aged body with needles of pleasure. In the darkness Omar seems to Yuri like some blasphemy come alive, a terrible offspring of night.