No, he thought to himself. Indian sex Lila was freezing, and her body ached all over from the abuse she had received, both in the fight and the raping of her. The way she cried out was different from her angry yells from earlier. His low chuckle sounding like a death sentence, except death in comparison to what she felt next was kind. “I’m the mother fucking chief, Docker can have Hana when she’s birthed.” He spoke to himself like she wasn’t even there, fisting her hair at the roots and parting her ass cheeks. She went ridged beneath him, and he continued the act.
