In one of those dimly lit rooms, the scene depicted absolute dominance. Unlike in Alistair's, where the dark nymphs were constrained against the wall, now they lay about quite unrestrained. Five had already passed out, and two were in no position to opt for another round of his animalistic side of sex.
The last one though, was craving aftercare. She seemed special in the sense that she was absurdly durable. No matter how many punches she received in the cervix, her athletic build just burnt through it.
"You're one tough punching bag!" Hulkster, the large man Alistair met earlier, had to admit. He wasn't used to a lithe framed woman like her, living up to the full force of his animal instinct. "Intriguing!! Everything I want in a woman. Maybe after this, I should request to keep you!"
