The orgy's aftermath is a haze of sweat, spilled fluids, and satisfied sighs, but Daddy and Mia aren't ones to linger in the afterglow. They crave something darker, something more…exclusive. Leaving the others to their post-coital bliss, they descend into the depths of the mansion, to a place where pleasure and pain intertwine: the dungeon.The air down here is thick with the scent of leather, metal, and something vaguely antiseptic. Chains hang from the ceiling, glinting in the dim light cast by flickering torches. Various implements of torture and pleasure line the walls: whips, paddles, restraints, and more.Mia runs a gloved hand along a row of gleaming knives, a predatory smile playing on her lips. "Ready to play, Daddy?" she purrs, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness.Daddy, stripped bare and bound to a heavy wooden cross, grins back at her, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Always, my queen," he rasps, his voice rough with arousal. "But remember, you promised me s
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