Her flesh was hot. I didn’t care. You jizz “A taste of the real pleasure you’ll get when my cock reams your tight ass.”
“I love it,” she gasped, her bowels clenching on my fingers. “I need my bow. Yes.”
Faoril quivered beneath me. I hopped off the table and made to head after Angela. My hands found her ebony ass. It called to me, begging me to embrace the anger and kill. I carefully put my lyre into its wooden case. A serving girl walked by, carrying an empty tray. He would make any maiden swoon. I needed sleep. “No, I don’t love you.”
“You have to,” he insisted, growing even more baffled. I picked up the case and moved with rapid steps across the common room. I seized the beast’s head in
