In the battle, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the face, se...ding the Master of Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn’t let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his strength. Struggling to stay on his feet, Amon could do nothing as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh’s callused fists, bloodying his nose and cracking different areas of his skull.As Baltoh took one. I looked the source of the voice and saw a beautiful young lady wearing white salwar suit.She had a fair complexion and had a decent pair of tits with the right amount of flesh at the right places and more importantly, she had a disarming smile. I could have said no that’s my seat, please check your ticket but somehow I didn’t speak and mesmerized by her sight shifted to the middle seat.While moving to her seat her thighs brushed my legs and her beautiful round curvy ass touched my hand. While. She pushed against Oakhill's pull, begging for mercy.Her hands went weak as Oakhill glared at her. She slowly brought them back down on her lap. Oakhill slapped her face, showing her who was in charge here. Then he slapped her face again, then again. Emilia wobbled on her knees, her head dizzy from getting smacked."I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry sir," cried Emilia, sniffling and sobbing as she stayed on her knees. She should’ve known better, this man just got her a major acting job."Suck it. Keep. ” Vixen followed him, admiring his lean body and hoping he had a good cock. A few times before, she had misjudged her targets, deceived by a muscular chest or good thighs, and come away disappointed, but her English teacher was her only downright failure, and if he were weak-cocked she was going to be very angry. Once they both were seated in the small, book-filled room, and she had crossed her long, jean-covered legs, the girl sniffed and began after swallowing and biting her lower lip, hands.