The Slaves

"Ughhh!"

Dode thrust his hips, his rigid shaft sliding in and out of the soft, yielding flesh. The tingling friction of the textured walls against his tip drew a groan of pleasure from deep within him.

He clung to the shapely rear protruding from the wall, his hips slamming against the snow-white curves.

To his side, a row of other rears, each adorned with different underwear, jutted out from the wall like concubines awaiting an emperor's favor.

But only those who dared to plunge inside would discover the truth: the real power lay with these lascivious hips, capable of draining every last drop from a man's vitality.

The pale, supple flesh of those cheeks rivaled the softness of any bosom. With each thrust of Dode's hips, the round globes quivered like waves, their silken fat teasing his body with every collision.