he ran hands up her thighs to part them, and finally a pleading moan when he took the chain about her hips and began to inch it downward, lips following after. She wasn’t being nearly loud enough. Not yet. A rap sounded at the door, short and loud, and Amma sat straight up with a squeak. “Lord Bloodthorne, you have been summoned by the Grand Order,” a raspy voice called from the other side of the door.
This is beyond not funny anymore
