He knows we’re there. But he’s not moving. Cypress, I mean. He’s got Jessie stapled to the wall – skewered on his blade. Cypress stands cal...mly, holding the sword in place as Jessie laibours for breath. I’m still frozen. Maybe I freeze too long. I try to memorize him – this might be the last time I see him. I wish he looked better right now. His hair is matted with grit and blood – his pale sweater soaked to a rusty-black from carnage. It drips on the floor. I try to memorize him, but too. Her nectar is better than the sun-fattened figs. Only matched by the milk of her breasts. Our Master and sisters do care for her especially, but, not as deeply as I. My love for her is untamed, like wild flower-ladened river banks. If I could produce seed, I would bury into her deeply, gifting myself an enduring climax. An ever driving crescendo, generated from delight in her birthing pains, and ecstasy in filling her entirely. My seed would fulfill my love, throbbing an exchange of charges.. Bill pulled Karen's curly hair and told her said, "You no good slut, I am going to make you suffer."And he pushed two fingers into her ass. Her body was still tingling from her orgasm and his fingers made her shudder as her body was so sensitive down there. He pumped two fingers into her ass and rubbed his dick through the membrane."You like that don't you," he said."Yes, yes," she answered.He fucked her for about twenty minutes, doggy style.Bill pulled his fingers out of her ass and said, "Get. Aurora took a calming breath. ‘It’s the end of the day… on a Friday, no less. I have been on my feet since five in the morning. I am exhausted, and I have neither the patience nor the inclination to deal with the likes of you right now, so kindly get out of my way.’ Darcy changed tactics. It appeared that he’d caught her at a bad time, but that didn’t mean his friend had to suffer. ‘He could have any lawyer, but he wants you. He’s in a bar down the street, and he’s desperate. Please don’t make.