Max?' he asked.'Yeah?''...What are you doing?''Shooting people.
Cerise! Come and kiss me, you red haired harpy,_ Izrayl bellowed. She smiled and moved to kiss his stubbly cheek. He held her tight and squeezed. __ow goes it Old Dog,_ Cerise said fondly to her temporary captor.__till alive,_ he grinned salaciously at her. __nd still young enough to learn some new tricks if you are the one doing the teaching.___ry it and I will neuter you,_ Cerise threatened and tugged on his braid. __ou dogs, all you think of is hunting, fighting and fucking.___hat else is there?_ Izrayl growled in the back of his throat and raised an eyebrow at her suggestively.
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Cerise! Come and kiss me, you red haired harpy,_ Izrayl bellowed. She smiled and moved to kiss his stubbly cheek. He held her tight and squeezed. __ow goes it Old Dog,_ Cerise said fondly to her temporary captor.__till alive,_ he grinned salaciously at her. __nd still young enough to learn some new tricks if you are the one doing the teaching.___ry it and I will neuter you,_ Cerise threatened and tugged on his braid. __ou dogs, all you think of is hunting, fighting and fucking.___hat else is there?_ Izrayl growled in the back of his throat and raised an eyebrow at her suggestively.
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