Famine

"You... wait... what?"

"Please... please?"

Laz thought he was hearing things, but then he felt his arms being lifted by her tiny hands and ended up right at her neck. Although it wasn't his intention, Laz's hands were place directly on her neck and all he had to do was apply pressure.

Laz couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on.

"Hurry..." Ivy pleaded while wiggling around. It had to be said that after she had taken off her gown, the only thing she was wearing was the skin tight leather suit that left almost nothing to the imagination. Although he knew that underneath the suit were layers upon layers of scars and barely healed injuries, just the feeling of this woman rubbing against Laz was enough to ignite his desire.

Laz could only say to himself that there had to be a reason.

As such, Laz started to squeeze her neck, causing her entire body to tighten up. Just when Laz wanted to stop though, she encouraged him more.

"Harder!"