At the Mercy of the Beast

By Jesse Howes

This is a lovely wish that will bring you happiness every night.
a sticky and wet sensation that lasts all night.

This collection contains possibly all of the most obnoxious erotic testimonies you've ever read.
You must purchase a copy right away.
Outstanding vapor saturation
Please do not study if you are under the age of 18!
If you like this one, check out some of my other books!
 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: HIRASHIMA KOKI
• Release date: Jan 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215448823

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

At the Mercy of the Beast

Author: Jesse Howes

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Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter 1

'Carter's an old flame of mine. He's a really horny Black Bull and fucks like one too. You'll recognize this black giant, don't worry.'

Deanna Chambers rolled her eyes as she thought back to the call girl's statement. Typical Lexi. As for the really important details, you always had to follow up with this informant, but then you would get them:

'He's a good guy, doesn't just think about himself. Helped me out of a tight spot many times, even though we haven't been together for a long time. Oh yeah, maybe it'll help you: He's got a scar above his left eyebrow and a tattoo of flames on his forearm.'

Yep, that was more helpful! Deanna scanned the area and looked back over her shoulder. A habit of her job as a detective. Behind her rose the skyscrapers of the banks and corporations, in the evening rush hour the traffic crowded together with honking, the herd of people scurried about. Nothing suspicious. She turned back in the direction of travel. Before her, the company thinned out significantly. Neon letters adorned the entrances to bars and sex clubs. Already here on the edge of the red light district the first hookers walked along on their high heels. Deanna's pumps weren't that high-heeled. In a pinch, she could still run with it. A skill that is essential for survival.

Partly expressionless, partly horny pairs of male eyes made them out. So far inconspicuous. She recalled the trap of a fake informant that she had been lucky to escape from. That would never happen to her again. She prayed she wouldn't have to resort to plan B or plan C.

The hem of the skirt reached just below the suspenders, the plan B. She also wore a tight-fitting, bright red top with a deep neckline under her leather jacket, which emphasized her slim waist and her peduncle. Even if she hated it, female charms in extreme situations could be a considerable tactical weapon that had literally saved her skin several times. More common than her ultra-compact Beretta Nano, the Plan C, which she wore with a special gun holster on her left inner thigh. It was always an art to walk normally with it. In any case, it wasn't as easy as in some spy films.

The gang member should have stressed that they had a short window of opportunity and could only meet in that area without being observed. At least the rendezvous here was far from his gang territory, that of the Blackonyan. Another theory would be that he just liked it here, as a man. Lexy's eyes had twinkled like stars when she had spoken of Carter. Deanna had never experienced that before and aroused her curiosity.

She began to attract the looks of male passers-by, which made her uncomfortable, but this behavior confirmed that no one took her for a cop. Three blocks from 'Titty Heaven' she spotted the wall with the graffiti of a punk smiley face. your meeting place. She stood next to it, looked around and checked the time