The days in the box were always hard for her. Her face and name projected on all sides of it. The heat, the overwhelming scent. The worst part was how addicted to it she was becoming. Every drop she swallowed leading her further into ruin.
âMmm fuck youâre so much tighter than my wife. Oh hey honey didnât notice you, could you grab us some water, Iâve been fucking her brains out for hours.â Youâre nothing but a water bitch for your husband as he fucks your best friend in ways h
The captured Elf slave had a severe debt to pay off, and it turned out that a nearby Beastman camp had plenty of coin to spare for some cheap pleasure. (Po-Ar Art)