Nice surprise for the hitman
By Dlavoc
Nel was in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, holding a steak knife. She looked at her reflection, her left hand absently caressing her right breast.
"You're a fucking mess, Nel," she murmured to herself. The room felt oppressively warm, and...
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