Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale
They nodded, limping out, ass and pussy full, nipples throbbing, cocks and clit straining.
Zeke dressed sharp: black suit over muscle, shoulder holster for his piece. Eli audited in the study, glasses perched, screens glowing with encrypted ledgers, tracking laundered payments, crypto drops, offshore accounts tied to Zeke's cartels. "Boss," Eli murmured, pecking Zeke's cheek. "Books clean. Harlan's surviving members cut wired." Zeke squeezed his plugged ass possessively. "Good boy. Stay plugged."