I cut through two men easily as if through paper, my dagger slashing them from throat to belly. Chesty severed a man’s head right next to me as if h...s neck had been on the block, simply with her machete. The enemy was now down to just nine men by my count, which went down further to seven when Uncle Curtis and Bryan Arrows each took out a foeman with their blades. It truly was the last stand for Christianity in our fair town. Aunt Molly was next to slay a man, gelding him quite deliberately and. I smiled at him…He put his large hand on my face, covering my expression. “Are you smiling at me?” He asked, his voice loud. “Don’t you fucking smile at me! I’m not here to make you happy. I’m here to fuck you. You belong to me right now and I can think of better things to do with that mouth than smile.”His hand went to my shoulder and he started to push me to my knees. He was strong and I crumpled to my knees in front of him. He stepped forward and I felt the smooth tip of his rock had cock. I push my hips out, grinding into him, begging him to fuck me. His hand crushes over my mouth as his cock drives into me. My eyes roll back in ecstasy, his body pinning me to the wall. I can hear the laughter and good times not that far away, but the sound of his heavy breathing and his groans of pleasure brings me back. The weight of my breasts bouncing with his every thrust is newly erotic to me and the brick scraping my skin raw only fuels my arousal. I am completely lost in the sensations. "My little Mara," Omar said, now looking upwards into her face as she stood watching him kissing her tummy. "You have my baby growing in you!" Yes," Mara replied, gently placing her hands on Omar's head ad holding him like that, "I am carrying your c***d. Are you happy?" Oh, YES!" He said, smiling broadly. "I am VERY happy, indeed."As Tomas heard this, he felt his cock stiffening behind his zipper, and he recalled, and with clarity, the hotel room in Kenya where he and Mara had first met up.