"Ahhh!" Veronica screamed, sounding in pain yet feeling veritable pleasure. What crude devilry is this?
He continued, for the better part of an hour. And when she let out her final moan, and he his final groan, he walked over to the webcam and shut it off. And then, Gregory Fenton fell against the chair in exhaustion. His head turned, to the bed, his thick brow furrowed in utter confusion. He did not seem to know why he was half-naked and dripping musky fluids, nor why she was naked, smiling, on the bed. "What just happened?"
"I think you just found some evidence," she said, glad that she had regained the use of her voice.
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