The door burst open with a violent crash.
Four armed Rossi men stormed into the room, guns raised, eyes wide with shock at the depraved scene before them.
Two naked nuns one young and curvy with thick c*m leaking from her ruined p***y, the other older but full-bodied and flushed with shame legs spread obscenely, bodies covered in sweat, bite marks, hickeys, and thick ropes of semen. And Lucien Voss standing protectively in front of us, completely naked, his thick c**k still rock hard and glistening with our juices.
The leader, a scarred man with a cruel smile, let out a low whistle.
“f**k me,” he laughed. “The great Lucien Voss has been busy. Two nuns? You really are a sick, perverted bastard.”
Lucien didn’t move. His body was tense and ready to kill, but his c**k remained steel-hard
