Maddox
The way she addresses her men and the respect they give her makes me proud, even though I am curious to how deadly my little mate actually is. I mean you don't get the nickname Little Death for no reason. I lift the towel and give my face a wipe.
I had been training and sparring for a couple of hours with her men. They are all very skilled and seriously fast. I watch her stretch and warm up before Carlos offers to spar with her. She looks super-hot in her gym gear.
Black skin-tight three-quarter leggings and a bra top to match, no makeup, not that she needs any, she is seriously sexy. Her body is the right mix of tight and curvaceous, with her tiny waist and breasts that are just enough, athletic that's what she is athletic. I take a seat on one of the lounge seats as Lyra
