Raven's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Behind him, on the bed, Veronica had finished her task.
Hana's thick body was now bound in an elaborate web of red silk rope.
Her massive tits were tied separately, the rope wrapped around their bases until they bulged obscenely, turning darker from restricted blood flow.
Her nipples—still with vibrators attached—jutted out like little beacons.
More rope crisscrossed her stomach, framed her thick thighs, and bound her wrists above her head to the headboard.
She was a work of perverted art. A feast waiting to be devoured.
But not yet.
Veronica stood beside the bed, chest heaving, watching with hungry eyes as Raven positioned himself behind Priya.
Sophia and Clara had finally released his cock. They knelt on the floor, faces flushed, lips swollen, watching with a mixture of horror and fascination.
Raven placed the head of his cock against Priya's entrance.
