Sweat glistens over the skin, and trickles down into the crack. But the Master is not finished with Jonothon yet. XXX His body spasms. For a few agonising seconds the spike is slowly pushed deeper up Jonothon’s sweet, tight, pink lickle bumhole with a slow, wet squeak. Jonothon screams in pain as the spike thrusts deep into his hole. He mounts Jonothon’s body. There is not enough brain left to think. Small chunks of brain can also be seen as Jonothon’s head is scooped clean of meat. He shall obay. Jonothon’s eyes widen. They quiver gently, separated and exposing his tight, pink little bumhole. His penis wanks gently as Jonothon twitches forwards, futilely trying to free himself of the slime. His brain is soft and prepared.




















