
The bunker air is thick with blood, cum, and the sharp stink of gunpowder. Zane sits against the wall, shirt torn open, fresh bullet graze across his ribs leaking red. Shreya kneels in front of him, naked, skin painted with drying cum streaks across her boobs and face. Bite marks on her neck and thighs look like dark flowers. Pussy still gaping slightly from the last brutal fuck, cum slowly leaking out onto the concrete.
Zane’s eyes are fever-bright.


















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