Wynn hefted in and out balls deep. Mirage’s boipussy was slurping.Wynn remarked, “That fag pussy talkin’ to a nigga!”“That’s cause you giv...ng it to me so good,” Mirage admitted.“I love yo’ pussy fartin’ on mah dick!”Wynn gave each thrust all he had. The lights went out and he continued pummeling Mirage’s wet hole.“You gon’ swallow this first nut, faggit,” Wynn said. “Git on yo’ knees!”“Yes, sir,” Mirage said moving to the floor.Mirage opened his mouth wide and Wynn stroked his shaft. He dick. Oh god, it felt so good. More talking to me dirty. "You're so nasty. I knew you were a filthy little butt fuck, the first time I saw you. Are you a nasty little cum slut?" "Oh yes Daddy, yes! Fuck my ass, sir. Make me cum some more, please Daddy." "I'll bet you're such a little cum slut that you would even let strangers fuck you in the ass. Do you like letting strange men see what an eager little fuck girl you are?" "Oh yes Daddy yes. I want some strange dicks shoved in my ass. I want to sit on. Dana has his reports in and is waiting for Kyle. He says, “Our loses are thirty-eight dead and seventy-nine wounded. Most from sword cuts after they used their lances, nearly all are from the Second Regiment. Also, we’ve over ninety horses needing treatment with six being killed as their wounds are so bad they won’t recover. The new force from the forest had one thousand, one hundred and eighteen in it and the force in the camp had seven hundred and fifty-five. All dead. The pits and trenches. They've been in a dispute with another of what the papers like to call "underworld families." I like to call 'em pathetic sleazeballs.Tammy had insisted that she go alone on this, something I wasn't entirely sure had been a good idea. But as a backup, I'd had one of my street informers, Sammy the Sleeper, quietly hang out on the corner of Bleecker and Broadway, where Tammy was supposed to make the delivery. When he walked in at 7:30 P.M., I wasn't entirely surprised at his message or excited.