<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Illian moved over to her. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“Have a good night, stubborn bitch.”</span> He said with a laugh as he kicked her feet out from under her, impaling her on the toy and pressing the arm against her clit. He then left, walking back to his place. He grabbed some food, took a shower after the exhausting day, and finally went to bed, rising the next morning filled with anticipation. Again he ate, knowing it could be a bit, before heading to his office roughly twelve hours after he had left the previous night. I wonder if she will have any mind left to break. The last one I left on that thing didn’t, and she was only on there for six hours. Not knowing what to expect, he made his way down the stairs, ready to face her once again.</span>