Torturing The Spirit VI (R-18)
"You made a very good cocksleeve," Alros exclaimed, taking the moment to clean up. Lunisa did not answer, top out of it to do so.
She is currently lying on the floor, drenched from bodily fluid from two different sources. There are no part of her that did not get stained with either her love juice or semen.
Alros take a look at her ass, the hole still gaping. Then again, he did fuck her there the entire day, ensuring it would be near impossible for it to return to normal anytime soon.
And he did not plan on letting it shrink back.
"Hrrghh!" the Spirit seem to have enough energy to grunt, which likely sap all of her remaining strength as she flopped down the ground, twitching right after Alros putting into the buttplug into her awaiting butthole.
The buttplug have one of it's end looking like the tail of a horse, while the other end is as large as his dick, which would force her asshole to remain open for future torture.