Tristan was watching her, a strange expression on his face. She hesitated then stuffed the pistol into her belt. He visibly relaxed, as if he had know... what she was thinking.Her stomach knotted, she had a deep-seated contempt of anyone who was not a member of her species, but she couldn't kill him. She clenched her fists, commanding her trembling hands to be still, sighed then walked over to him.Tristan broke the silence. "Who are they, and why did they want to kill you?"The translator. Roses where cheeks should be.Hair, straight and blondeAs poured honey,Framing the beautyOf her face.Her sparkling eyesOverflowingAnd effervescentAs golden wine.It is her innocence no lessThan her lovelinessThat makes meHard with desire,With the need to becomeOne with her,Inside her.2In profile, in the limelight,She stands against a blue, mottled background,Wearing a blue jacket with a satin collarSlid down over her biceps to hangFrom her forearms, down her arched back,Head back, face. " Su amigo entró al baño, mientras tanto. "¿Sabes? Prefiero un Whisky doble sin hielo y sin agua. Después el café si no te causo m*****ias. Me trajo mi trago y se sentó a mi lado y conversamos como quince minutos y su amigo salió del baño con un short y nada más. Hacía calor. "Disculpe la falta de respeto, pero mucho calor. El licor y usted me han aumentado la temperatura." Reímos un rato,.Al rato me percaté que el amigo tenía un bulto bajo su short, que me recordó las películas porno que veía.. Grasping his prick with one hand, he fed his rampant erection into the well- lubricated channel that Olic had just abandoned, sliding his cock into her pussy in one forceful shove.The woman groaned as he slammed his prick home several times. She lowered her head onto her arms, keeping her butt high."Move your ass, bitch," Karel said roughly. "Fuck me back. Come on. Twist around on my cock, god damn it."The woman complied, rocking back and forth to meet Karel's plunging prick and rolling her.