the ghost and molly mcgee oliver

Remembering the pornos she had seen, Sarah tried to go deeper on his cock, her wet lips easily sliding down his stiff rod. His heat filled her mouth, and his head softly knocked against the back of her throat. Her tongue rubbed the underside of his shaft as she moved back up again. She brought the head of his cock almost back out of her mouth, but her lips pressed firmly against the head, squeezing another large dollop of precum into her mouth. Sarah descended again, a bit more quickly this time doing the same thing.

“That’s none of your concern.”“Yes, it is. I am a gold-rank knight, same as you.”“When it is convenient for you.”

He gave the man a hard poke in the chest while smoke wafted from the cigarette between his fingers, then leaned in with bloodlust radiating from every word hissed with his icy voice. “Notice that I haven’t asked your name yet, even though I gave you mine? It’s because you don’t have a name to me. To me, you’re just ‘Bitch’, the sniveling little Bitch who decided to come in here and ruin my evening, talking awfully big game for someone in skull-fucking range. That’s what’ll be engraved on your tombstone: ‘Here lies Bitch. Cause of death: got skull-fucked until his brains leaked out of his ears.’ Shit, I’ll carve the engraving myself. Now I suggest you get the fuck out before I use your eye sockets like a whore’s ass!”