Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale
Zeke set a punishing pace, balls slapping against Noni's taint with every savage thrust, rimming him open wider, prostate battered relentlessly.
The dungeon erupted into a symphony of depravity: skin slapping rhythmically, wet, brutal; greedy sucking sounds from Damien's slurping mouth; desperate, guttural moans and cries bouncing off the walls. Delilah, recovering just enough, crawled over on shaking limbs, her face flushed and streaked with tears. She dove under Damien, engulfing his rigid cock in her hot mouth, tongue lashing the underside while her hands cupped and squeezed his heavy balls, rolling them roughly.