He felt guilty about, it, looking at the pornographic films and photographs (not the rough fucking), and just had to touch himself. Especially if it was Eurydice, who had the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard. Big cock And boy, that’s alot. And Orpheus played that harmonica like it was the sweet peach nectar of Eurydice herself. Orpheus wasn’t sure if Eurydice was actually death herself, that she only appeared beautiful and full of love for him. Getting bunches of hits from a bunch of creeps.”
In the corner, where Eurydice was getting gang banged by people she imagined were Orpheus and his friends and her own family members, she heard a familiar voice. Orpheus didn’t like to talk alot.




















