Lyra shook, her body convulsing, her ass clenching as she came again, her orgasms piling on without pause.
Lyra – Orgasm 2 Registered
Lyra – Orgasm 3 Registered
Lyra – Orgasm 4 Registered
Kota was almost gone, his cock throbbing, the cuff screaming with heat, but he pulled out, stepping back, his breath ragged, his restraint a blade in his gut.
Lyra panted, her throat raw, her small breasts heaving, her pussy dripping onto the moss, her smile serene, wrecked, grateful.
"Next time," she said, her voice hoarse, "you finish in me."
The wall split with a grinding rumble, a long, black, wet tongue slithering from the gap, beckoning them forward into the jungle's next torment.
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The final chamber of the tunnel pulsed like a womb built to punish, its walls throbbing with a heartbeat rhythm, bathed in deep red light that cast a lurid glow over the slick, padded floor—meant to absorb screams, to cradle the wreckage of desire.
