Our Perfect Sin; An MMM Obsessive Tale
He yanked out with a filthy pop, Nagur's wrecked hole gaping red and pulsing, cum bubbling out in creamy rivulets.
Nagur slumped over the desk, legs jelly, barely standing as Cassian hauled him up by the arm, pants forgotten around ankles. "Playroom, bitch. Move." Cum sloshed down Nagur's legs, embarrassing heat flushing his cheeks, but he limped after, cock bobbing half-hard, ass throbbing empty. The door creaked open to the twins' torment, Azriel and Orion suspended like offerings, vibrators churning high in their swollen ass-cunts, bodies slick sweat, welts glowing, free cocks cumming, ruined orgasms milking them dry in endless hell.
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