Blog Comment: MIKES APARTMENT withdrew his hand. His eyes devoured her pussy. A distant voice called out behind him. He peeled off the white shirt that clung to his chest, and laid it over her shivering body. She shuddered. He could smell her cunt. He let his fingers brush her round bottom as he moved his hands away from her. On wobbly legs she stood up. Beck laid his arm around her, aiding her; he didn't want her to fall. He wanted to hold her. Kiss her battered lips. Bright white lights blinded her, as she made her way out into the night. Beck watched her raise a shaking hand to shield her eyes. He put his hand on her head. She bent down into his car. Blue and red lights flashed. Sirens wailed. Beck never took his eyes off the slave.
