As it swelled, Mel could see that the faint scars covering the leathery skin formed deliberate patterns, like scrimshaw carvings covering a whale bone. xxvideo When it became clear that she wasn’t going to struggle or try to get away, the bodyguard had loosened his hold around her neck. Opening the door to her room, she never saw the person behind the door who pushed the stun gun into her neck and pulled the trigger. If it had been anyone else, he’d be dead by now, but we have a soft spot for poor Billy. The taste of her blood elicited a familiar wetness between her cunt lips. She could hear muffled voices from the other room through the closed door. The scars along the entire shaft were clearly visible, forming an
