In the dimly lit lair of Wtfbenson, a mysterious figure, Nightmare, commands an obedient beauty, NobleBlood 12 p1. Her wrists bound, she's forced to her knees, her mouth inches from his throbbing member. Nightmare's grip tightens as he guides her head, making her take him deep. She gags, tears streaming, but his firm commands keep her compliant. The room echoes with wet, sloppy sounds of her forced pleasure, her saliva dripping down his shaft.