Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale
Eli's moans turned to cries, his cock leaking profusely as Damien hit his prostate repeatedly.
As the bedroom door swung open and Zeke stepped in, the air was thick with the raw scent of sex—sweat, precum, and the musky tang of arousal that clung to everything like a second skin. There, on the bed, Damien was already deep inside Eli, his hips slamming forward with a frantic, almost desperate rhythm that made the bed frame groan under their weight. Eli's moans filled the room, loud and uninhibited, his body arched back as Damien gripped his hips, pulling him onto his cock with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls, a wet, rhythmic noise that mixed with Eli'