Celine's voluptuous naked body hung before Ethan, chained and exposed, ripe for harvest. She wriggled and kicked, her massive breasts rising and falling with the quick breaths. Her golden-haired pussy was already shiny from the colorless jelly that dripped down her thighs.
Ethan recalled something interesting. As soon as he stripped Celine of her heavenly clothes as Cassie, the air began to smell sweet, like forbidden fruit mixed with a pulpy, musty dampness. Did angels have a floral musk or something?
Gabriella, still chained beside her, yanked at her bonds, her face twisted in rage. "You won't touch her, demon! I'll rip your heart out myself!"
Ethan just laughed, not shying away from sounding mean. These two feathered bitches were about to kill him, and all he's punishing them with is sex stuff. They should be grateful.
