Broken Feathers - 01 (Patreon)

Work I did for Dex O'Donald to illustrate his story "Broken Feathers".

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Here is a small extract !

Carmel looked at Gareth, standing before her, the white underwear still clinging to the

mammoth in his pants. She couldn’t get a read on him.

“I don’t want her mouth,” Gareth spoke for the first time in a while. “You’ve all used it to

hell. I want her cunt.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Blaine said, pushing his phone in close on Carmel’s ruined face.

“Let’s show this big beauty to the back room!”

They grabbed Carmel by the arms and pulled her out of the chair, leading her roughly

across the showroom. She made eye contact with a few of the strippers still on the clock, and

couldn’t help but hear their awful snickers and whispers.

“That one was built for whoring.”

“See all that cum dripping of her face?”

“Those youngin’s really made a mess of her!”

As they came into the back area, Carmel was sure she could hear Johanna howling in a

different room coupled with the sounds of male grunting and groaning. The boys pulled Carmel

further down the hallway, to the very back, to a room she’d not been in before.

Once inside, they took her over to a large square ottoman in the middle of the dimly lit

space and began to pull her dress over her head. She could feel their cum still stuck to her face

even as they laid her down on her back and the shy boy named Gareth stepped between her legs.

“Pull it out Gareth! The site of it will make her pass out!”

“Or maybe he’ll just stick it in her ass, and she’ll pass out that way!”

“Haha!”

Carmel watched as Gareth took hold of his waistband and rolled the tight-whities down.

The first thing that came into view was the massively round shaft, covered in black shag pubes

but with a vein as blue as the sky and as thick as Blaine’s entire cock. When it finally tumbled

out, it hung half-awake like an anaconda waking from slumber. It was the biggest cock Carmel

had ever seen.

“It’s not going to fit,” Carmel whimpered as the boy knelt down and positioned himself

between her legs. “It’s too fucking big.”

“I’ll go slow,” Gareth sighed. “I promise.”