Chapter 72: Terrorist Bombing

Fuck. I have to somehow stop her-

Flop

Rosalind put her knees on my tummy and used her wings like a gravity defying airplane to pussy-dive directly on my semen trade center.

[MP -700000]

[Rosalind's Sexual Desire + 10]

I damn near died because of her religious loli pump.

And the pump was extra strong since she used all the rotten air pressure inside the room to increase the force of her petite hips.

"How…hah… is it?" Rosalind spread out her black angelic aeroplane wings and looked enchantingly at me.

She appeared like an omnivorous menace, ready to fly high with my dick and deliver it at the gates of hell.

"Is… the… time 9: 11?" I let out a sorrowful cry.

"No, it's ..ah..8:46 in the morning." Rosalind flapped her pitch black sleeper cells.

"Then it's amazieeeeennnng-" I did my best to reply but..

Flop

[MP -800000]

[Rosalind's Sexual Desire + 10]