Elizabeth Hartwell
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“You don’t—” “Shut up,” Cerena whispers, grabbing my balls and giving me a warning squeeze. “This belongs to me now. You belong to me, and if I want to suck your balls out through your cock, all you need to do is lie back and enjoy what I give you.” I swallow, my cock throbbing with her commanding tone. “Yes, Cerena,”
― Nightfall
― Nightfall
“This girl’s got some sass to her. Bitchy a little, but with looks like hers and an attitude? Yeah, she’d be fun to play a few rounds with. Not that I’m going to get a chance. Huntresses are the vestal fucking virgins of the Scorched Earth. You aren’t going to get a chance to even sniff their morning panty farts unless you’ve got 100% pure old-school human DNA. And I don’t. Cerena”
― Huntress
― Huntress
“and when he thinks Cerena’s not listening, women he’s seduced. Listening to him, he’s eaten more pussy than porridge in the course of his life.”
― Nightfall
― Nightfall
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