NIA
I slowly pushed open the heavy door and the sight before me made me freeze, my entire body going rigid.
Never in my fucking life would I have thought I would be walking in to something like this today.
Why? Because of a man who don't fuck with me again.
I stood there in the doorway, my brain trying desperately to process what my eyes were seeing and failing spectacularly.
There were easily twenty people in this large candlelit room, maybe more, and every single one of them was engaged in some form of explicit sexual activity.
Holy fucking shit. What in the name of the Moon goddess was this?
Two men were against the far wall, kissing each other deeply and desperately while stroking each other's hard cocks. One had his large hand wrapped around both of their lengths, jerking them together in roughly while they moaned into each other's mouths. They were so consumed by pressure they didn't even notice my judging and disgusted eyes on them.
