“This is a family, my dear Flower,” Mardo remarked, brushing several errant strands of her dark hair aside, revealing the dark pools of her eyes. xxx18 She wasn’t an impenetrable, stone-faced puzzle box. They were clearly a sundry throng of degenerates. Her eyes widened and her breathing shuddered, unable to protest, speechless and awestruck at the sight of this turgid monstrosity which intended to violate her immaculate canal. “Maximillia,” she uttered softly. “Then, we should celebrate.”
He handed Maximillia her glass as he sipped from his own and sat down beside her. Mardo had carved out a makeshift personal quarters which was far more extravagant than what any of the other members of the gang enjoyed.
