Meine Latina-Ex-Freundin wurde nach unserer Trennung so heiß, dass wir jetzt ficken, wenn ihr neuer Ehemann bei der Arbeit ist

My Latina ex girlfriend got so hot after we broke up, we now fuck when her new husband is at work Her body was already tense. In the halls of the Reclusiam, a mural was painted in her honor. A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in righteous fury. ***

They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. It was done. “Roxy,” he rasped. “I am ready to die,” she whispered, the belt falling from her mouth. Power returned with a low, reverent hum. His chest was a ruin of ceramite and scar tissue. Spat on her. But he looked up as she entered. After endless minutes, the pressure shifted. Sister Roxy was not born a hero — she was forged into one, molded by pain, obedience, and the fire of devotion. “You carried it, child.”

Roxy said nothing. But it wasn’t enough. Laughed. No weapons. No armor. In the halls of the Reclusiam, a mural was painted in her honor. “Make it worth it,” she whispered. What she had become. Each movement brought fresh waves of agony. The weight seated fully. What she had become.