Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

His thighs buckled as he tried to lift himself up. Tears formed in the corners of her reddened eyes. No matter how bizarre his sexual tastes, it shouldn't hurt to be punched in the stomach until it bruises.

“......h, heh.”

It shouldn't hurt.

Ellicier was tearing up, drooling, writhing, and laughing with pleasure. I stared at him in disgust, then let go of his hand.

“Kholok! Kholok! Kholok! Kholok!”

Ellicier coughed violently as his clogged breathing holes opened up.

The rope around his wrists was still strangling him, but it was nothing compared to the tightening of my hands, which only served to make the slightly awkward position more colorful.

Before anyone could ask why I stopped, I undid the front of my pants. Through the downed zipper, a towering cock thrust into his face. Ellicier swallowed hard and stared at the glans, which was now right in front of him.

“You know what to do, don't you?”

He asked, slapping his cheek with the glans. Despite the humiliation of being slapped by a cock, Ellicier shifted, showing that he was having none of it.

Meekly kneeling on the floor, she sat down in front of my cock and opened her mouth with a heh, heh, heh. The saliva that pooled between her crimson mucous membrane and tongue glowed an odd color in the dusky moonlight.

“That's right, I know.”

He slid his cock between her parted lips. The glans pressed against her tongue and dug into her uvula, then caught in her throat.