PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"
The pounding did not stop. It stretched across the dark canvas of the tent, a relentless, wet percussion that measured time in agony and filth. Half an hour. Raven's hips were a machine of demonic stamina. He did not tire. He did not slow. The incubus blood in his veins burned away fatigue, replacing it with a hunger that grew sharper with each thrust.
Lena's body was broken into a rhythm. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. Her face was buried in Vess's cunt, her mouth sealed around the swollen clit, her teeth biting down with every slam into her bowels.
The pain in her ass was a white-hot column of fire that radiated through her spine. And with each fresh inch of cock that punched deeper, her jaw clamped harder.
Vess's pussy was a fountain.
