"Why did I adore a person like you, Xanthus?"
Sangaritus was crushing his neck as if it was jelly, with his long barred nails making way to his flesh. The latter choked, his two wrists strangling the hefty hands of the big policeman who had made his entry a few days before.
It had been awful to have encountered him and even worse when he actually found Xanthus sitting on the desk of his secret chamber, with Xeron locking his arms around as the former moaned in pleasure. Having found their pajamas scattered on the bed, Sanagritus growled softly, his fists crawling themselves to Xeron as it hit the ignorant latter by the head. The green bottle on his hands broke into a million bits, leaving Xanthus to gasp whi
