It is the location where Hermosa has frequently concealed herself's lust from her child while secretly daydreaming about Brent giving her a loving touch then she had to forcibly controlling her lust.It is also where Brent spies on Hermosa through the camera countless times.In a sense, it was another of their sanctuaries besides the basement."I want that pomegranate oil painting to watch us and record us making love."It was a kind of remembrance, in case she was really no longer with Brent, at least something to remind him of her, but Hermosa didn't say the words out loud, and she couldn't.Because it would be too cruel for Brent.Hermosa forgot how she had helped Brent back into his wheelchair and how she had come into the room with him.She remembered that her already burning lust had intensified to the point of no return in the short half-minute ride upstairs in the lift.Her and Elisa's bedroom had previously been furnished as a children's room, and the clouds, bears and soft c
"Hermosa, what's wrong with you today?" She said the Dirty talk that she didn't frequently used to say in bed.At the moment the candle of lust wavered in her eyes.But Brent knew her too well.She didn't really like being the dominant one during sex.Deep down, what she really wanted was to be loved.But the way she was trying to seduce him now made her seem too aggressive.Although Hermosa had always shown her desirable feeling.There was a flush under her eyes now, but every now and then her mind wandered off.It was as if... It was as if... She was still lonely and still tired from the time she spent with him.It even gave Brent the feeling that she was about to run off to the torture chamber after this lovemaking. hermosa didn't speak, an imperceptible flicker of despondency under her eyes."Sir let's make love like we did before, I've really been waiting for this for a long time.Don't you want it? That thing of yours is clearly as hard as a rock."She dodged Brent's concern and
Hermosa's sexy pajamas were damp from her sudden orgasm.She had to lie on Brent's shoulders, her head panting dizzily.She felt a little ashamed and a sensation bordering on anaemia swept through her whole body.All the cells beneath her epidermis became more sensitive. She felt Brent still thrusting inside her as he slowly fucked her, but her insides leapt even more.Only because of the orgasm she had just had, all she could feel was her belly becoming so swollen that it felt like she would squirt out with the slightest pressure.Intent on her own she just had to lean on Brent's shoulder and keep pleading with him to let her go to the bathroom."Why did you come so quickly today, huh?"Brent hadn't cum yet.He couldn't bear to pull out from Hermosa's body and nibbled soothingly on Hermosa's earlobe, stopping not long before wanting to continue fucking."Wait, wait a minute ......"Brent's punishment time limit was perhaps too long, Hermosa was so tortured by him that she could bare
Hermosa stared at Brent's sleeping face for an extended period of time after he had fallen asleep, as if she wanted to permanently etch his strikingly good-looking physiognomy into her memory. In the next life she would be able to remember and find him by impression. Hopefully by that time they would be well together and then never be apart for the rest of their lives. She ran her hand through Brent's hair. These days they were all busy investigating the Davis vault. Brent, in particular, was often on the phone with Sam even after she had fallen asleep. Lately, from exhaustion, Sir looked much thinner. And she worried if, in her absence, Sir would be even less concerned about his health because he misses her. Hermosa could not help but shed tears whenever she thought about it. She had known for a long time that this mission was going to be a bad one. All the tears she had endured in front of Brent all these days because of her anxiety were released at this moment. It was not
Tears are the weapon of the weak.Especially the tears of women.Men are used to seeing bitches who are coquettish for their welfare and love, and those little tricks can't sway any man at the critical moment.Only the tears of the weak can excite them in the presence of these men.The tyrants usually take pleasure in destroying the spirit of others.Hermosa had worked in the Gentleman's Bar for so many years and had helped Randolph on so many missions.She was aware that in dire situations, where a split second may mean the difference between life and death, tears were the best sign of submission.Randolph looked at the tears in the corners of Hermosa's eyes and suddenly smiled.He squeezed the corner of Hermosa's mouth, which was leaking blood, and laughed wildly.Yes, everything was in his hands now.He wasn't afraid of anything.This woman now had the two most important people in her life in his hands.She should have given in to fate long ago, as she had done now.If he didn't ha
"Get out of the way!"Fido thought he had gotten his way as he pushed Randolph out of the way to get to Hermosa's side and before he could do anything, Randolph pulled the trigger on him."Bang!"A loud bang rang out in the small underground space and Fido collapsed stiffly beside Hermosa.She only felt her stomach flip and covered her mouth as she subconsciously stepped back, only to have Randolph's hand firmly clamped down, the muzzle of the gun with its residual heat pressed against his temple."Hermosa!"Brent didn't know how he'd made it to the basement with such difficulty.He also failed to notice the blood that trickled from his leg's wound as he moved.He managed to make it down to the doorway of the underground vault only with the strength of his arm, and his heart almost stopped the moment he saw Hermosa being held at gunpoint by Randolph.The scene was almost identical to the one in his dream.The red eyes of the woman in the dream, blood pouring out of them, and finally th
Before Randolph could say anything else, he was interrupted by a harsh scream.It was Jarek who screamed. He covered his neck in horror, unable to stop the blood gushing from his artery.It wasn't until a flash of silver light that Randolph saw clearly that Jarek had a scalpel inserted in his wound."Cough, cough!"The air plunged into Brent's lungs at the threshold of asphyxiation, causing a sharp pain in his chest.But he couldn't care less about the pain at the moment and struggled to pull the blade out of Jarek's neck before plunging it in deep once more.More blood splattered from Jarek's wound, staining the ceiling and the walls around him.He bounced in pain like a dying fish, only to be pushed aside unceremoniously by Brent.[Ah, the pomegranates are still in bloom.]He sat on his knees, his eyes obscured by the shattered hair in front of him, and Randolph could not see his expression, only a wry smile lifting the corners of his mouth.His blood-stained scalpel was clutched ti
There was Brent, pulling the trigger in chagrin. He looked at the chamber of his pistol which was empty, they were out of ammunition.Randolph saw this with a grim and frantic smile and stepped closer to them, covering his wounds.His waist was oozing with scarlet blood that soon stained the water around him.It was as if he was desperate to fight Brent and the others to the death.His hands trembled and his eyes were clear of the determination of a murderous maniac.His aim was simple: to survive, take the money and leave the country. His arm was visibly shaking, but the eye of the gun was still aimed at Brent's brow.If the shot was accurate, Brent would be dead for sure."Bang!"Perhaps the recoil from the shot was too strong and Randolph missed his aim, the bullet grazing Brent's hair and flashing against the wall in a chilling flash of fire.The shot jolted Randolph's step back a few paces.But his wound soon adjusted to the pain of the muscle pull and he quickly adjusted himself