CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG
The air was filled with the scent of expensive cigars and brandy, and the walls were lined with leather couches and thick rugs.
Meanwhile, Venom, dressed in black pants and an unbuttoned shirt, casually flaunted her incredibly toned abs and bare chest, which displayed surgical scars covered in tattoos.
She had backed a blonde stripper against the velvet-lined railing, her mouth finding the woman's neck with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss.
“Ah..ahhhh…Master….” the blonde breathed, her voice hot.
Venom's hand, adorned with sharp, silver rings, slid up the woman's thigh, under the hem of her short dress, and found the unclad flesh of her sex.