"Wait… what are you doing? I, Tara Thorne, ain't no cheap woman!"
"Uh, so you are called Tara." Azrael snickered, the full length of her ass coming into view — and he wasn't disappointed.
"So, Tara, tell me… how do you like going around assassinating people wearing no undergarments?" he added, her pussy now in sight as the robe covering her rear tore apart completely.
"Argh, that's none of your business! Now let me go this instant!"
"Hmmm, so you have a kink? Unexpected," Azrael chuckled, pressing his hand against her entrance before pausing there.
"Argh, no… it's not like that…" Tara yelled, her voice breaking. For reasons unknown to her, a blush colored her face and spread down her neck.
Her next words froze on her lips as she suddenly felt the youth's hand pressing against her cunt. Her walls twitched involuntarily, faint drops of fluid dripping onto the floor.
