He ran his hands over her face and then her tits. He grabbed each nipple and twisted and pulled it. Then he grabbed her full tits and squeezed them ha...d and rough. He had a fondness for large tits and all his slaves were size D or larger. He pinched each nipple as his mouth covered them and then he bit the side of one of her tits leaving a deep bite mark next to old scars where he had bit previously. He always left his mark on tits cunt and ass during his sessions with the slaves.He ran his. She felt equal parts glad and bothered by it, the healer in her wanting to relieve his suffering, the woman in her mollified to see the bounder get what was coming to him. ‘Clara,’ she said, grudgingly introducing herself. ‘But as you seem well enough to no longer require my services, I must be on my way. There is a village of sick children I must return to.’ She turned and walked away again. ‘Aren’t you going the wrong way?’ Lukas called. ‘You’re going deeper, the nearest village is the other. “I take quick shower first.”“Skip the shower,” he says quickly.A short laugh burst from her throat. “You kidding me?” Normally in dire situations she could forgo taking a shower, but after yesterday and the filthy things she did with her homeless and nameless stranger, the need for a shower is needed badly.“I don’t know how it works over there in Russia, but here we get to the scene as soon as possible,” Curtis huffs. “This isn’t a take your time, grab a bite to eat thing. The longer it takes. She muttered into his ear softly, grinning. Mmm I love you, too, he purrs, chuckling at her noise. You make the cutest little sounds. He pauses, a grin forming. Especially when we…you know… He clears his throat. Akelta giggled, embarrassed, as she turned a deep shade of crimson Hm, dont know what you are talking about…when we…what was that? She chuckled, whispering into his ear. When we make love, he purrs into her ear, his voice deep and sultry. To further emphasize the pseudo eroticism, he.