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Cyrus

Cyrus watched her, his Goddess, his Huntress, her long hair was tightly braided and bouncing to the rhythm of her wrist. Her wrist which was holding her new favourite knife, curtesy of Mr Perfect Boyfriend, and was busy slicing through this poor guy’s guts.

“It should be forbidden to be so beautiful,” he commented, a crystalline laughter answering him. His woman interrupted her bloody piece of art to quickly jump on him, surrounding his hips with her legs, catching his lips in a fiery kiss.

“I love you” she whispered.

Cyrus’s eyes darkened at her words, his lust shining in those ocean eyes. He threw her on the table, and pulled up her dress, the view of her juicy cunt already drenched for him making him groan. Taking his hard dick out of its prison, he smiled.

“I love you too.”

The End