Abigail strode to her friend. “And none are stronger than me!”
“NO!”
Damien’s roar echoed through the room, mixing with Abigail’s pants and moans. xxx video “Lynette?”
Abigail rose and took a good look at the woman at the elevator. He hacked with the machete, eager to find the German’s flesh and spill his blood. “I begged Faust to let me kill you. I knew you were such a whore. To always be close to you.”
“You can,” Abigail moaned, her lips stained with Lynette’s blood. Damien grunted, rolling across the floor and drawing his machete. Even while Damien approached. The stronger his body grew the more intense his lusts. The dried blood stiffened the fabric and formed a mosaic pattern of cracks from his movement. Abigail trembled, drunk on the excitement of finding her friend after over a decade
