Same.
"Let go of me you fucking cock."
Dia cussed, kicking the back of her hills against his hard thighs.
"I bet if this cock passes through your thighs, twill shift your ribcage."
Albert whispered into her ears, his firm arms wrapped around her waist, meaning to push her intestines out. His revenge.
"Let her go, Albert."
The rich voice of Max swept nigh as Albert reluctantly dropped her. He would had lingered in that for a long while.
Dia scrambled to her feet as she clutched her back to her boobs. Max and Derrick walked down the stairs of the office and stood before her.
"Why'd you run, Dia?"
Max's face was stern and demanding. Such expression Dia had never seen him worn.
She thought of what to say quickly. She looked f
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