
In a last ditch attempt to gain acceptance, D'Artagnan has consented to taking the other three at once, Porthos is really going hell for leather in his mouth, pounding away like a jack hammer and rupturing one of D'Artagnan's tonsils causing blood to spray this way and that. Athos and Aramis are round the back, Athos has already got his helmet in but is tussling with Aramis who, despite his long, snake-like cock, is struggling to gain purchase.
Cardinal Richelieu watches on tugging desperately at his drink-addled floppy shaft and stabbing his crucifix into his bellend as he's desperately tries to feel something, anything.
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Cardinal Richelieu watches on tugging desperately at his drink-addled floppy shaft and stabbing his crucifix into his bellend as he's desperately tries to feel something, anything.