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In this chapter, there will be hints of sexuality, explicit violence, and sensitive (religious) topics for some adults.
If you are susceptible to these topics, it is recommended to stop reading this story.
Christine, stays in the kitchen, smearing saliva on her fingers, is dedicated to rubbing her clitoris, to give herself pleasure, thus preparing the dish for Jhon.
With her other hand, she squeezes one of her nipples and raises it towards her mouth to touch it with her tongue and raise her arousal.
The kitchen is not such a usual place for a sexual encounter, this is the magic of this occasion.
When Cristina had been carried away by the spasms of pleasure in the area she was stimulating.
One of the knives that were on the wooden board where the kit is located. It begins to rise slowly, and its tip to head towards the body of the hot moray eel.
Suddenly, a chill runs through Christine's back.
A very stabbing pain makes her arch backwards.
The kitchen knife has been fitted and she gives a groan of pain.
When she turns, she sees nothing, but thinks that somehow, maybe Jhon, has stabbed her.
After all, he is an unknown.
Her reasoning makes her doubt, she is so close to the window that it is impossible for a person to have attacked her from that place.
Christine feels very confused, she can only think of one thing, she must escape.
He's not interested in how it happened, he just wants to get out of there.
A thought crosses his mind.
His eyes denote horror.