Bow down, slaves. Goddess Holly Heart just showed up and she doesn’t waste time. One look and your chin’s already slick with spit. She grinds a dungeon rat flat beneath her heels and stockings, tongue slicing every soft spot until the loser’s nothing but a wet, shaking heap. When the rat thinks it’s finished she drops her dripping cunt over his face and rides until he’s begging—for release or air, he can’t tell which. Then her cock slides past his lips, thick and hard, until he chokes and slobbers down every inch. Once it’s slick she flips him and buries it to the root in his twitching hole. Final round, she pins him and milks him dry, leaving the broken toy gasping while she laughs.
Bow down, slaves. Goddess Holly Heart just showed up and she doesn’t waste time. One look and your chin’s already slick with spit. She grinds a dungeon rat flat beneath her heels and stockings, tongue slicing every soft spot until the loser’s nothing but a wet, shaking heap. When the rat thinks it’s finished she drops her dripping cunt over his face and rides until he’s begging—for release or air, he can’t tell which. Then her cock slides past his lips, thick and hard, until he chokes and slobbers down every inch. Once it’s slick she flips him and buries it to the root in his twitching hole. Final round, she pins him and milks him dry, leaving the broken toy gasping while she laughs.