C52 The Birthing
Maksimillian
“Chert poberi!” I swore and was flustered, too.
I quickly stepped back from her and reached for the kitchen towel to at least wipe my cock before putting my underwear and pants on again. I scooped her up and ran out of the house. But then bullets wheezed past us to my great shock!
I ducked with Zenovia in my arms, hearing the splintering of the glass windows behind us. Nonetheless
