The Satanic Virgin Sacrifice Of Carter Cruise

Carter showed up to Madeline Marlowe’s agency ready for a modeling gig. Last-minute cancelation, last-minute ticket to a castle. What she found was nothing like a shoot. Warlocks. Hungry. They needed a virgin and she walked in untouched. Rope went tight around her wrists and ankles. They circled, hard cocks out, calling it a feeding. First one forced himself into her cunt while another pinned her down and slid into her ass. She took them both. They fed on the struggle, the wet sounds, the way her body opened. Then they doubled her up, two thick cocks inside her cunt at once, stretching her until she couldn’t think straight. She pushed back instead of begging them to stop. Her sweat ran, her voice went raw, and they still kept going, pounding until they painted her face, tits, and belly with thick ropes of cum.