The Pleasure Archive
The leaders surrounded us, stroking themselves and covering my body with their final loads as Akira held me close, her strap-on still buried deep inside me.
When the moon began to set, I lay limp in Akira’s arms on the altar, a completely broken, cum-drenched masterpiece. My holes gaped wide and constantly leaked rivers of mixed seed. My skin glistened with sweat and cum. A blissful, empty smile stayed fixed on my face as I panted.
Akira pulled me tightly against her chest, kissing me slowly and possessively in front of the entire combined leadership.
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