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Author: Rex Rhezia
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-01 13:31:30

ELIJAH

I bucked, but the drug hit fast—head swimming, limbs growing heavy.

“No…” My voice slurred slightly, vision blurring at the edges.

Panic clawed, but my body betrayed me, muscles softening against my will.

While the haze built, Cristian turned to Alonso. They crashed together again, kissing fierce, hands tearing at clothes.

Shirts hit the floor, Cristian's lean frame against Alonso's bulk. Belts unbuckled, pants dropped, cocks springing free.

Alonso's was thick, veined, head already leaking; Cristian's longer, curving up.

They stroked each other while making out, grunts mixing with wet smacks of lips.

“Condoms,” Cristian muttered, breaking the kiss. He grabbed two from the table, ripping packets open.

They rolled them on, latex snapping tight, lubing up with quick pumps of fists.

Alonso's eyes never left me, cock twitching in his hand.

The bed dipped as they climbed on, Cristian positioning in the middle.

My head lolled, the injection making everything fuzzy
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