Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Aversion existed, however the fervor in association with repressed sexual satisfaction ruined him. Armament knew she wasn't entirely deserving, chemicals produced through her potent toxins magnifying the libido comparable to a super charged aphrodisiac pummeling his sense of stability and lowered inhibitions as his enormous members soaked in the cavity of this assassin a mixture of saliva and semen polluting her as he jerked himself off. Oblivious to her makeup smearing and the tears that followed, groaning in appreciation of the convulsions transferring pleasant feelings despite her suffering. Snatching her hair meant easement on her busty mounds, curling her long hair into handlebars..the perverse slang for pink tails. Cannot even suck me properly pathetic! Let me assist. Stuffing his cock equated to fitting in tighter clothing two sizes too small, inflating her anatomy to adjust to the fatty sex organ as he gradually expelled her succulent lips from his members. Trailing was a web of saliva and remnants of his semen glazed onto the foreskin, each inch purposely relinquished in a tortuous slowed speed to give the visualization of her performance as if doing it for an audience. Nearly originating to the tentacles, her mouth parted with only the bulbous head greeting her. Maintaining freakish hardness with protuding veins redden by the toxins, Armament sunken his meat to the depths of her mouth again with some leverage. Reving her like a motorcycle, the depraved vigilante invaded her mouth with excessive excursion as all nine inches clogged her throat, only to be freed for seconds before striking again. His bounteous grunts in between the satisfied grimace he drew as if signaling other intruders amidst the entertainment. One of the clones went for participation of the refreshments or bounty for a mission well done. Slipping down between her thighs during her punishment the clone pulled her legs up, immobilizing her further with the Assassin's feet are planted outside of his shoulders. Glancing at her pussy it was difficult to discern whether or not she was moistened from the blowjob. Lubing her probably would bring mutual fun, tackling head on of sorts. Placing his mouth around the top of her slit, Armanent's clone was unrelenting as two fingers inserted within her. Suddenly a tongue brushed against her hood and he literally went chaotic. Two more would bewildered the woman, each cupping a breast with fingers binding inbetween her nipples and twisting with their immediate attention. Assassin an virgin with the arsehole? We'll find out regardless...slutting you up tenderly, well as tenderly.... as.... yo...u deserveeeeee. Her sexual assault lasted minutes with the blowjob, hitting her throat where he swore breathing ceased for a few chilling moments only to revive her moments later with another helping of oversize sausage raping her mouth. The sloshing, gags, even the savage imagery of witnessing his cock freed only to be polished swelled him up. Hankering down, the assassin would be violently pressured on his crotch quite literally balls deep and to the hilt. Streams of semen matching the previous batch would be fed, keen in watching her expression as he repeated the horrid act of slowly sliding her off his dick again to see the type of conduct she displayed this time. Unlike before Armanent wasn't feeding her more...but the shift of amazement of incredibly rigid members really made him give a seductive gaze at her. Your mouth isn't ridding me of the toxins. I think other holes must be explored. , he said ominously while remaining aligned to her with strong hands on her hair.