Pretty

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RUSSO EL MASSIMO I clenched my jaws as I stepped hard on the accelerator, one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand flipping a gun. There were loads of things I could tolerate but I absolutely could not tolerate it when stupid things took me away from the things I enjoyed. Right now, I could have been in between Caramia's legs, I could be f*****g her again right now or sucking her t**s. But here I was, on my way to meet some little bastards. Dark caster was really getting on my nerves and if he wasn't a quite worthy opponent himself, I would have killed him already. "I am going to snap necks tonight" I flipped the gun again and glanced at it for a second before throwing it to the passengers seat. What the hell had I been thinking, toying with that gun? A gun definitely would n

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