Vigor
01-14-2014, 03:59 PM
To his surprise the youngster wouldn't sprint for the hills, but instead he would contemplate going through with the offer. This pleased the ebony monarch, a wicked sneer creasing his lips. Was he really going to rip into this boy with no precautions or consequences? How delightful. He would rush forth promptly, closing the reaming distance between them as he sprang into action. He would leave no time for the boy to reconsider his fate, jaws gaping as the man attempted to close his ivories around his genitalia and rip sharply backward, freeing the boy of his manhood. If he were to move he would follow hastily after him and proceed attempting to take his genitals. He had sealed his fate, and now he would have to live with it, though the monarch did not plan on adding this male to his gang. He was flawed and would be useless. |