The Holes
I had to satisfy my lusts, and anyone would do
It was too late to change my mind. They had seen me naked, walking into this room. This had their attention, and I did not care for their faces or bodies. I craved cock, long ones, short ones, fat fuck tools to bend my mind. Nothing else mattered, and I needed the devil off my back. Matte-black-painted walls with four rectangular holes separated me from them. The sounds of fucking spiked by lust and all its sharp edges. I...