A perverse family ceremony— a lust-drenched triangle— played out like a divine painting carved into forbidden marble.
Nathan's hips thrusted back and forth,
his rhythm slamming against Morvessa's soaked altar of flesh.
His tongue, restless and starving, explored the sacred maternal folds,
licking deeply—
while his nose pressed against the wrinkled line that bridged
Milky Mommy's flesh temple and her chocolate starfish.
His hands gripped her pale ass tightly,
as if worshipping a masterpiece of softness.
Her disheveled gown, completely ridden up,
left her lower half utterly exposed—
making her plump white ass glow like a premium lightbulb
crafted by goddesses who sinned.
Each thrust into Morvessa's dripping folds
sent wet echoes through the air—
plak… slop… slurrp…
a lewd symphony of divine filth.
His shaft, now the bell-ringer of all taboo,
pounded deeper and deeper,
while Morvessa could only claw at the stone floor—
her arms trembling,
her thighs twitching,
