Doggy Style Through Panties With A Girl With A Fat Ass

Her vision swam. But it is holy. She simply rolled onto her side and wept — not from shame, but from the knowledge that her body was no longer hers. It is not clean. ***

They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. Cold. Roxy screamed. They beat her. But in a galaxy that grinds even saints to dust, her greatest act of service would come not from battle — but from surrender. She did not scream. Cold. In the halls of the Reclusiam, a mural was painted in her honor. She didn’t have to. The pain was unspeakable. He looked at her, still convulsing on the floor, and for once, the mighty Astartes could not find words. The belt muffled it only slightly as the edges of the capsule stretched her farther than she thought possible. She dropped to her knees, wincing at the shift in weight inside her. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side