“Ahhhh, the famous mud baths of Nal Hutta. Three fingers speared into his pucker this time as she pumped back and forth. xxx 18 Get to work, bitch!”
She pushed her glans through the front of his lips and pulled his face forward firmly. They were in a prison, of a sort. Her fat scrotum clenched and jiggled as she wailed in pleasure. Not to mention he wasn’t chained or shackled. That much was normal. *SMACK*
Her open palm streaked across his face, bitch slapping him with a force he could scarcely believe. Han whirled around. Headache. “Into the garbage chute again. He obeyed, and it was a good thing he did. She even seemed taller by a considerable degree. The corrupted woman, now lust driven Futa, seized her giant fun bags and began groping them in earnest.
