Angels of Sodom

Night rolls in and two angels arrive in Sodom with their mistress pulling the strings. Holy trouble was whispering the whole time, but the three sick fucks dove straight into their filthy gothic fuck-fest, mouths on each other, chain of bodies still slick from the earlier flesh feast. Cocks hammered deep while tongues carved wet circles around rimmed holes, drool dripping in black candlelight. Smack of skin, rough grip bruising hip bone, blood mixed with cum smeared across trembling thighs. Chains rattled above the altar, wax splattered hot across a bound chest. Pussy ate greedy, ass stretched wide, every slick thrust slapping louder than prayer. No one stopped. The air reeked of iron, seed and sweat, a symphony of moans riding the wind while Lucifer’s trashy little temple rocked hard into the night.