jeff the killer and jane the killer

Almost getting lost with the flavour and smell of his balls, Sarah glanced up and saw once again his raging erection. She let his balls tumble out of her mouth and moved up again to replace the space with his cock. Though a bit less hard than the first round, this only emboldened Sarah to deepthroat it as much as possible. The slightly less firm head of his cock hit the back of her mouth and bent around her throat as she buried her lips into the base of his cock. Despite cumming so hard already, it didn’t take long until once again he provided her with a generous donation.

This bounty hunter had spent years doing his job, hunting down criminals like they were beasts and putting his life on the line time and time again, bereft of fear. He had heard plenty of threats before, plenty of warnings about what would happen if he continued his endeavors, and shrugged them off. That said, the man before him was projecting so much hatred, so much sadistic killing intent, that he felt a chill crawl up his spine, a chill he wasn’t sure he had ever experienced before. It didn’t matter if the man before him was his target or not. He promptly turned and left, wanting to get as far away from the Knight’s Sheath and this rapacious lunatic as possible. Once he was gone, everyone in the bar applauded Noah’s performance, and he turned and bowed.

Watching him work, the expertise at his fingertips, it was like watching a masterful performance. Even the act of dissection was artful. He was so knowledgeable, so capable, and he would explain how he used these techniques in the past to help people. My fear quickly turned to admiration, and I realized that Lord Noah could not be judged by such terms as good or evil. He is neither black nor white, but gray at both its darkest and brightest, a gray as deep as the ocean.