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A moment of silence passed before Tarnas cleared his throat and began to speak. “That truly is an unforgivable crime. You are right to feel guilty, to hate yourself for the things you’ve done. That is what you are supposed to feel, and to admit it now means you are on the correct path. It means you are learning from your mistakes and want to do right. Whether or not you can ever truly make up for what you have done, you can still become a better man than you were before. You can become a man who helps instead of hurts, who strives to make the world a better place.”

Sarah made sure to get as much as she could on camera, having a bit of fun with it while she had the opportunity. She stuck her finger in it and pulled it out seeing the strand of liquid stretch out and snap over her lips. She bounced up and down and watched it jiggle about in her mouth. She pushed it around her mouth with her tongue, left and right, up and down and cupped her tongue so that pooled inside it. Finally, with nothing else left to mind, Sarah double checked the camera was recording cleanly and got a good angle. She tilted her head back making sure her mouth stayed in frame, then closed her mouth and swallowed. The thick puddle of cum slipped to the back of her mouth and then fell down her throat. She felt the heat of it slide down her neck, into her chest and then into her stomach. Opening her eyes, she opened her mouth and showed off to the camera the clean mouth and the confirmation she just swallowed a massive load.

Roc struggled against Ingram, but desperation made the man’s grip as solid as steel shackles. With all three limbs and one of his wings locked in Ingram’s grip, he could do nothing to fight back. He couldn’t even save himself when Ingram finally let go. Was this it? Was he going to lose? Was he going to die? If he just had his arm, he could win, but without it, this was the end. Plummeting towards the ground, he glanced at the useless remains of the appendage. If he at least had his elbow, he could have affixed a wooden hand or a blade, something to help even him out, but he was just left with a useless stump, like a clipped wing.“Damn you, Noah,” he hissed.