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I want to hear Roberu’s cries as he’s fucked by a sex machine on stage and watching him writhe pathetically against the floor.. His voice going higher in pitch as his prostate is constantly struck, tears rolling down his eyes, his legs trembling and struggling to keep apart, the dildo going deeper inside him. Roberu begging for it to stop, to be allowed to cum, but the red tie against his swollen cock not allowing anything to come out. Roberu scratches at the stage floor, his hips thrusting against the machine jerkily, feeling his climax approaching. His body shakes as he’s over come with shudders, a scream escaping him as he cums dry, his cock pathetically bobbing underneath him. He weakly protests as he slowly comes down from his dry orgasm, his nerves feeling like they’re on fire. “Please, ah, please it’s too much-!” Roberu moans out weakly, too weak to try and close his legs, too weak to try and crawl away from the machine. He lays his head onto the floor, his messy pink face facing the regulars in the audience. His eyes are half lidded, tears leaking out them, and his mouth parted, drool falling from it. He doesn’t care what the regulars see anymore. He just needs to climax. The event was supposed to start ages ago, are they streaming this…? Roberu shudders as he cums dry again at the thought, his body too weak to shake, only stiffening at the intense pain and pleasure.
