gothic

Vivi straddles him on the tattoo bench, fishnet jumpsuit hugging every curve, and rides him like she owns the shop. My POV needle still buzzing on her knuckles while she takes what she wants.

He's filling me up while the ravens watch. Every thrust pushes me deeper into the ruined church, eyes locked on you. You're next.

I caught Layla mid-plea on the rug, panties hooked aside and fingers dripping. That arch, that stare — she's begging for you to take over.

My fanged Asian vixen deepthroats till she drools in that torn lace and velvet. Head grabbed, gagging nonstop.