#huncoyle

Back hitting the wall, with loud thud echoed through the room. Hunter groaned, as well letting out a giggle.

"My, you are such a strong woman." His teeth showed in a smirk, the one-eyed man gazed upon the lady in front of him.

She looked at him in disgust, taking out her cigar to spit on him.

"You're a pathetic, lawbreaker scum. "

"Oh, don't act like you don't like punishing me, my lady. I know you're enjoying me begging, crying, and whimpering like this." Hunter crawled to the lady cop, licking her heel. She kicked him right on the nose, blood coming out within seconds.

"You know I'm into strong, masculine men, don't you? Not some kind of sissy pants that beg to woman."

"Yet here I am. Don't act foolish, madame. You know those manly men won't let you fuck them hard. They won't bend for you, only I will. Only I am willing to let you step on me, humiliate me, and fuck me ! You know that well." Chuckled in such a sinister yet seducing way, Hunter got up. He lifted her chin and exhaled as he was amazed by her beauty. Her scar was not a flaw, but something he saw matching. "I only have one eye so I can look at your beauty only, Ms. Coyle"

"Disgusting !" She slapped him with her baton and electrocuted him. "if you truly love, prove it. Show how worthy you are, show why I should keep your ass around compared to another man." Deep down, what Hunter said was right. However, if she just willing to accept and be soft like other women, where would be her persona? She was a cop, a policewoman. titled "Special Killer". Not some kind of weak housewife.

"Gladly, my lady." Taking off his suit layers, he unbuttoned his shirt and then kneeled topless. He was ready to be her sex slave for the night.

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