His wild eyes darted around at the gladiator and the 14 Xokothi slaves who now surrounded them. And I reserve the right to trade my cunt for yours, a permanent swap.” He was referring to the girl Shinatri, the slender and petite 18-year-old captive who even now stood among Okotwe’s men. XXX Anaria felt self-conscious, standing completely nude before him except for the beautiful amber necklace dangling from her neck. She should abhor everything he was. His lips whispered near her ear. Then she was coming, hard, thrown off a cliff into an infernal sea of delight, her libido exploding in a shower of sparks that left her convulsing and crying out. She flailed and struggled. She hung her head in shame, grunting and glorying in the intense intimacy of that cock claiming her ass, sliding in and out in a blur of speed and power.
