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Die Überschrift "Staatsanwalt von Mob ermordet", erregt Kevins Interesse und er klickt den Beitrag auf.
Der Text ist schnell gelesen. Staatsanwalt McMurphy, der McMurphy, der versprochen hatte, mit dem Einfluss der Mafia aufzuräumen, war gestern am späten Abend mit zwei Schüssen in der Tiefgarage des Gerichtsgebäudes regelrecht hingerichtet worden.
Mit McMurphy wurde eine junge Angestellte eines privaten Sicherheitsunternehmens, die zu seinem Schutz engagiert worden war, ebenfalls erschossen.
Kevin schüttelt den Kopf und lässt das Video laufen, das im Artikel verlinked ist.
Er sieht McMurphy, der im standesgemäß schwarzen Anzug auf die Kamera zugehen. Das Video ist vermutlich von einer Überwachungskamera, allerdings von erstaunlich hoher Qualität.
Neben ihm geht die Security-Mitarbeiterin in dunkelblauem Rock und weißem Hemd, das Abzeichen des Sicherheitsunternehmens auf dem Ärmel. Kevin schnappt nach Luft, als er in der Frau Kelley Lucioli, die italienischstämmige Kollegin seiner Freundin, erkennt.
Er hat noch zwei Sekunden Gelegenheit, Kelleys ganz leicht schaukelnden, mittelgroßen Brüsten zuzuschauen, bis Kelley ihren Oberkörper vorbeugt und ihr Gesicht verzieht. Gleichzeitig greift sie mit der rechten Hand ganz plötzlich und sehr hektisch an ihren Gürtel. Sie hat die Hand gerade auf der Waffe, als ihr vorgebeugter Oberkörper wie von einer unsichtbaren Faust nach hinten geworfen wird.
Kelley macht ein ungläubiges Gesicht und fällt auf ihren Hintern, ihr Oberkörper fällt nach hinten und lehnt sich an das Heck eines Autos hinter ihr. Sie hat ein kleines rotes Loch in ihrer linken Titte, da wo Kevin ihren Nippel vermutet.
Kevin stoppt das Video und zoomt rein. Ihr rechter Nippel ist hart und eindeutig sichtbar. Trotz des BHs, den Kelley im Dienst tragen muss.
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With slow, seductive movements, the master tilts her head and presses her warm lips against Kamari’s. Their lips mesh together, making the young women to forget what is happening. Kamari doesn’t know where they are going or what is going to happen, but once again she feels nothing but love coming from the master. Their tongues begin to touch and twist about. She feels vulnerable, but the desire to give herself to the master makes everything feel so special. She had trusted the book, she had...
Several drops of precum have already oozed from her cock by the time her eyes open. Kamari finds herself lying on the ground, alone. She blinks a couple times, adjusting to the light. Once her vision is sufficiently clear enough, she finds that she is in some kind of ring of light. Everything outside the ring is dark, an impenetrable blackness. Her mind is brought back to her body. She is wet, but not in the sense of excess precum. Dare I touch it? Kamari cannot resist. This is a feeling that...
Kamari’s breath catches in her throat. Her hearts pounds wildly in her chest. You are forever mine. Just hearing the words in her mind gets her excited. It makes her pussy drip. If she still had her cock, it would certainly make it throb. She drops to her knees, pressing her head into the side of her master’s thighs. “You are such a good girl,” the master coos. “You have shown your devotion to me, your loyalty to me. You are forever mine.” Kamari looks up to see her grin. One hand reaches...
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