Urbano Angel is the deity of destruction, devastating two less muscular victims. His cock is a thing of nature slamming into their pleasureless bodies with a brutality that is almost inhumane. The room is an almost-sober wall of grunting, and the sound of flesh smacking flesh as if Phillip is clinging for dear life to the wounded world of the lucid. Are they strong enough to come back, or will they be swallowed by the vacuum?
