“Before Jacob stabs Roth I like to imagine that Maxwell puts a bit of a fight and Frye’s under him now. Templar then whispers to a man, “Are you really going to kill me, dear? Is that what you want? I believe you want something else.” Roth slides his hand down Jacob’s pants and squeezes his cock. “Why are you hard, darling? Because you’ve been on top of me? This position you’re in when killing someone is so intimate, wouldn’t you agree?” Roth smiles and leans closer to Jacob. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that murdering me is what you want.” Frye studies man’s face and then kisses him hungrily. “Not exactly what I’d in mind.” He grins. “Who’s the sly devil now, dear?” Roth grins too. “Let’s find out.”

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