Belfast isn't too happy. It's been more than 24 hours since you've wrapped your hands around her hips and forced her into a passionate bout of lovemaking. I guess you'll just need to wrap your hands around her shoulders and force her down to her knee
"Now this is my kind of party! A tall glass of wine, a charming white Commander to oogle at, along with a sturdy couch for later 'activities' and a harem of jealous Nikkes just eager for me to slip up so they can swoop in for the kill. Better not disa
