Time for a spit roast

As Vanessa's lips brush against the second guard's exposed flesh, she can feel a surge of revulsion coursing through her veins. She forces herself to continue, her mind racing with the **** need to maintain the illusion of a willing participant. The second guard's eyes glaze over, his head tilting back in ecstasy as he begins to thrust into her mouth.

Grimgold, emboldened by his companion's actions, takes a step closer to Vanessa, his hand reaching out to grasp her hip. His fingers dig into her skin, pulling her closer as he positions himself behind her. Vanessa's heart sinks, her mind racing with the realization that she's about to be double-teamed.

Grimgold's fingers dig into her skin, pulling her closer as he positions himself behind her. Vanessa's heart races, her mind filled with panic as she feels his hardness pressing against her. She can feel the second guard's grip on her hair tightening, pulling her head back as he continues to thrust into her mouth.

Grimgold's breath is hot on her neck, his hands roaming over her body as he begins to push himself inside of her. Vanessa's mind is racing, her body tense as she tries to find a way out of this situation.