Modern Cult Run 001

The church sanctuary is the stage for this twisted sisterhood's morning after. Jeane wakes first, her massive veiny dick still hard and needy despite the night's excesses. Silra stirs next, muscles protesting from hours of vigorous activity that pushed her lithe elven frame to its limits.

Halie, sandwiched between sisters, opens heavy eyes to see the scene—discarded toys, twisted sheets, the faint copper tang of blood in the air. Jeane's command is simple: clean this place before new recruits arrive by noon. Silra obeys, her teal eyes still glazed with residual pleasure as she begins the task.