“You alright, dude?”
“Hnngghh, yeEHHesss, it’s just a cramp thAAAAaat’s all…”
Making nice, romantic love by the fireplace with lots of touching, kissing, eye contact …and maybe a bit of improvised bondage, choking and fucking him up the ass until you’re both left a quivering mess.
Part 2 of 2. Or possibly of 3 if I ever get to around to doing the third image for the series. It doesn’t seem to be happening though, so I might as well stop sitting on these images…
Experiencing a true Christmas miracle, courtesy of the Good Lord, the bottle of rum she’s emptied or the drugs she likes to put in the cookies.
Already the second time for him and the evening has barely begun…
I guess this is finally something loosely along the lines of what the anon digging public forced orgasms wished for. Took me a while, though, didn’t it?
Yeah, there’s a bad “ice cream / I scream” pun going on. Probably another one about “cream” too, though I couldn’t think of anything clever or stupid enough.
Almost a week into the experiment, he had started to wonder if his ambition was to prove his undoing. Not willing to risk anyone else, he’d volunteered for the experiment himself.
His two assistants were quick to tend to any extraneous discomfort he might experience and they kept a keen eye that the experiment proceeded as scheduled. It may have been just the experiment starting to take its toll on his psyche but over the last couple of days he had started to wonder if his assistants’ abundant care – much beyond what their professional duty required – was entirely altruistic. Their methods of distracting him from the discomfort of his position were becoming increasingly… unorthodox.
And the uniforms they had started wearing lately – definitely NOT standard issue.
About a gazillion test renders and a corrupted, almost finished scene file later – Demona and Deminnie entertaining their angelic guest.
Might have gone a little crazy post-working the cum… Ah well, it was fun.