The scene that unfolded before Anna's eyes showed her and her mother tightly flanking Roland, one in front and one behind.
Behind Roland, her mother's gaze was eerily vacant, as if she were dead. Yet even with that lifeless stare, her body continued to cling to Roland, her tender flesh rubbing insistently against his skin.
She writhed in torment, yet simultaneously reveled in the sensation, her body defiled by his.
She couldn't resist the desire, powerless to change the fact that she had become a mere onahole a toilet who receives only semen.
Tears of despair streamed down her face as she helplessly watched her and her daughter's bodies being desecrated.
"Mother? What are you doing here? What's going on?!" Anna demanded urgently, her voice strained across Roland's body. After repeated questioning failed to restore her mother's lucidity, she turned to Roland in desperation. "Roland! What have you done to my mother? Why is she... naked with you?"
