Chapter 177 Ta 5

• Moon's breath caught. His body was wrecked, and his hole was sore. But his cock was impossibly and unbelievably stirring again. It was twitching with interest at Cyril's words.
• “Get up,” Cyril said. “Hands against the wall.”
• Moon's legs barely held him. He stumbled to the wall, pressed his palms against the cool tile, and bent forward. His ass was exposed again, and he could feel their eyes on his used hole, with the cum still dripping down his thighs.