Dungeon, Seventh Floor…
The torchlight danced along the stone walls, but nothing in the room was still.
Leon sat with his legs wide open, his thick, hard cock buried deep in Olga's throat. He didn't flinch. Didn't groan. Just sat there like a king.
GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK.
Olga's face slammed down again and again, her slobber-slick lips stretching around his fat shaft. Her nose pressed against his pubic hairs, her jaw aching, but she didn't stop. Her throat bulged, spit poured from her mouth, and her eyes streamed with tears.
She was tired but as Leon's pre-cum mixed into her mouth... It kept making her greedy for his thick milk.
Her tits—big, soft, heavy—bounced wildly with every thrust. Drool and precum dripped down her chin and onto those tits, soaking them and making drops on the tips of her nipples.
