My Life in the Sex Cult part 3

Four bodies slam together, slick with sweat. Gemini spreads wide for one girl’s tongue while the other licks lower, hungry for the same tight hole. Sage grabs each head in turn, thrusting his cock down throats until spit drips off chins. The women choke, moan, come back for more. He slaps his balls across their faces, then drives back into the warm, waiting mouths like he owns every inch. No break. No mercy. Just raw, dripping heat that keeps climbing.