“Please give it to me, sir!” I was lost from my mind on a beautiful vacation. He climbed up me on his knees. His cock reached my mouth and he went...right in, fucking my head against the floor. “Here it fucking comes!” He had already started filling my throat by the time he announced it. I didn’t need to swallow. It just gushed into me. I could taste it as he pulled out a bit then went back even deeper. “FUCK YEAH! TAKE IT!” I moaned and gulped and breathed heavily through my nose. He roared and. A sound? Yes. There it is again. Yelling? No. Screaming. She wished she'd paid more attention in languages class. The Taril language was so different, though. A crash! The sound of steel sliding against the stone floor. Now the dull, sickening sound of a sword slicing through flesh. A grunt, followed by a thud. Silence. Elizabeth's heart was pounding, only making her chest ache more. Her hands clutched the green bundle on her sleeping slab. It was dark out; no light coming through. He had a cut on his cheek, and when she looked into his eyes, he looked away. Seriously, you shouldnt tell people what to do, Its annoying, He pushed her off. Whats your name? Hunter asked curiously. Alex, He set the vase she had knocked over back on the shelf. Yours? Alex asked. Hunter, She sat on the bed and looked at him. Doesnt it get lonely in here? As she asked that, memories flooded over Alex. His girlfriend, Avery, had died by the hands of a young man with coal black eyes and brown. Under those circumstances, even Mrs. Weston could see the futility of trying to reopen her restaurant. Therefore, it seemed to us that our only logical choice was to leave Deadwood for a more hospitable location.Our thought was to move south, and Mrs. Weston suggested that we head for Kansas City. Annie didn't care, and I just didn't want to go back east, so we agreed to give Kansas City a try. There was no way to hide the fact that I was transporting a significant amount of gold when we.