.” I pout.“Awww, poor Kyle,” she teases.Folding my arms, I look away so she doesn’t see me smirking. I might as well milk this for what I can.... She started it by reaching in my pants after all.“Oh, oh, someone’s not happy. Do you want me to make your pee-pee cum? Will that make you feel better?” she continues to tease in a baby-talk manner.I look back at her trying not to laugh, “Yes…” I answer like a sulking child, playing along. It’s all in fun and I really didn’t expect anything more to. All I can do is lay back and enjoy it just as it is. I gaze up at her and her head is arching back now as sweat drips down from her body to mine. “Fuck…oh FUCK!!!! You are so fucking hot baby!” she spits as she looks down and her eyes roll back and her throat groans. Like a riptide, her orgasm overtakes her, pulling her body beneath the uncharted waters, throwing her every which way in a fashion that is beyond her control. My body has come to its end as well as I feel the first wad of spunk. His fur was glossy, it looked seductively soft and luxurious, a long shaggy mane encircled its neck. She found him to be a very impressive animal and even caught herself throwing the words handsome and distinguished around in her mind. The more she looked at him the more attractive she found him and suddenly the fear that had been prying at the back of her mind disappeared. It seemed foolish to let it go. Fear keeps you alive! Words her father had implanted in her brain over the years of her. The best way to do that was to make sure that what happened to her never happened to anyone else again. He found his target. Joseph Clinton. He was arrested a week earlier for the possession of an illegal firearm. He would be able to tell Crossblade where Emily's murder weapon came from. Crossblade jumped from the building, sliding down the wall of the next building. He landed in a dark alley and waited for Joseph to approach. As Joseph came into view, Crossblade said "Hey!" In a loud whisper..