- thrusts into their foreman, almost painfully slow compared to the fast pace of Bone and Scav’s movements. Finally Mixmaster is between their leader’s legs, kissing up his thighs and licking the connection between he and Long Haul, lapping up the fluids escaping from his spike and entrance.
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Then together each member starts to join him, self-servicing themselves around him, their frames cascading shadows around him.
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