Bound Gang Bangs by Kink
The door clicked shut behind Blake, leaving Katie alone in the suite where candlelight danced over rose petals. When he returned, the world fractured; shadowy figures materialized from the corners, their faces obscured, their hands swift and silencing. Cold metal encircled Blake’s wrists, chaining him to the ornate bedpost, a helpless audience to the nightmare unfolding. A desperate sob caught in Katie’s throat as unfamiliar hands guided her to her knees, her wide, terrified eyes meeting his across the room. He could only watch, his heart hammering against his ribs, as her resolve crumbled into a strange, trembling surrender under their relentless, practiced touch. Whispers filled the air, coaxing and commanding, as they positioned her body, a canvas for their anonymous artistry. Each shuddering breath she took, each tear that traced a path down her flushed cheek, was a fresh wound to his soul. Her gasps, once reserved for him alone, now echoed for a chorus of strangers, a symphony of violation that choked the room. A raw, guttural cry tore from her as she was overcome by a wave of intense, unwilling sensation, her body arching against its will. And in the devastating silence that followed, Blake saw the innocent light in his bride’s eyes extinguish forever.
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