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Ass to Cúnt Rotation Part 10

Author: SwaanBlack
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The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the musk of sex and the bitter tang of humiliation. Goliath’s weight was a comforting, grounding pressure on top of Lena, but eventually, he stirred, pulling his softening cock from her with a wet, final sound. A fresh wave of cum leaked from her, mingling with the sweat on her thighs. He rolled off her, his massive body taking up a significant portion of the bed, his breathing already evening out into the deep rhythm of sleep.

Across the room, Bull was a statue of brokenness. He remained on his knees, head bowed, his powerful frame slack with defeat. Doc was cleaning himself off with a towel, his movements economical and detached, as if he had just completed a particularly challenging procedure. The fifth man, the quiet observer who had yet to fully participate, stood by the bar, sipping a glass of water, his eyes unreadable.

Lena lay on the bed, a mess of sweat, cum, and conflicting emotions. She felt powerful, satiated, and strangely
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