grips Belial’s latex-clad head, his massive cock plunging into the gimp’s unzipped mask. Belial’s lips stretch, throat tight, tongue swirling in silent worship. Eselkin’s gold necklaces dance, cannabis haze fueling his thrusts. Belial, emotionless, savors each drop, waiting for his master’s high to seize his own pleasure. 🧎🏻
Belial starts to jerk-off feeding on Eselkin’s euphoria,
their twisted power play a cum-soaked ritual of mutual gains.
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