Anam got out of it, went to sit on the rug with his shares on the sofa, looking at his handiwork, before standing behind the sofa, between seeing the two move, Kurama hadn't recovered yet, being maneuvered.
Hurican was pushed to the feet of Anam who held his arms spread out on the mat, while his legs spread with Hurican on top of him fucking him, pushing everything inside him, with a shallow attempt, with a cry of pain.
Kurama became a slave to pleasure, losing his mind, not at all coherent, babbling between screams and moans, between thrusts in and out of him, with the movement of his pelvis in and out with each slap, as he slammed his testicles into her butt.