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“Uuuuuhh…uuuuhh…ooooowwwccchhh” Carol winced softly. “Don’t stop. Keep going.” She was doing much of the work, fucking my fingers with her asshole. Carol was gasping for air. “Ohhhhh…uhuh…aaahhh…Goddamn…aahhh! Aahhh! AAAHHH!” A gush of pussy juice coated my hand as Carol’s body exploded in pleasure. The now familiar goosebumps rose on her ass as I watched her pussy drip onto the granite. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and ass and bent down to lick her pussy. Carol moaned as my tongue explored her wet hole and played with her clit. “Eat me Jim,” Carol whispered. “Eat all of me.” I bent lower to suck her clit into my mouth, my nose practically inside her pussy. Then as before, I dragged my tongue across her pussy, her taint and across her asshole. Now when I pushed my tongue against her asshole, her anus opened and my tongue slid inside. Again, I was grossed out later, but Carol’s reaction urged me on.

Harnessing all of his strength and gambling his life, Roc slammed Ingram square in the face with the stump of his missing arm. It was far from a graceful punch, more like a clumsy jab, but Ingram, so focused on everything else and having never expected such an attack in a thousand years, was utterly discombobulated by the hit, and inadvertently released Roc. Roc pulled away and escaped to the sky, with Ingram having just enough time to slow his descent and avoid a fatal impact. He still hit the ground with bone-breaking force, but he was alive. Roc landed beside him, staring at his vanquished opponent, with the crowd still trying to process what had happened. Until now, Roc had never acknowledged them, but now, he raised his missing arm, as though holding up an invisible fist in triumph, and the spectators erupted into cheers.

Alexis finally turned to him. “I know. Cyrilo told me every time we had to move the damn things. That big spinning X-shaped one with the restraints was such a pain for me and Lucius to carry up and down the stairs. Cyrilo never seemed satisfied with where we put those things. “No, maybe over there,” she’d kept saying. “Hmmm, maybe we should put it in Lisa’s room.” It was awful.”