The bus was never really that crowded, but what they have to talk about it private. What difference does it make?”
“I just wanted to know what experience you’ve had.” Caleb tells her, feeling slightly nervous. XXX He starts fucking her faster and faster, using his knife to draw crooked and curved lines on her chest and arms and face. The woman spreads her wings wide behind Caleb, he turns to face her, and she whispers something to him. She chokes and spluttered, and tries to say “What the fuck?” but her windpipe is being pressed in to hard, so she struggles, but Caleb weighs too much and has a firm grip on her. In this fit of brutal throat fucking Caleb nicks Darcy’s throat a few times, and draws a few drops of blood, but nothing too deep.
