Still clutching the tire iron, as if it might provide any protection, Lenard squeezed his eyes shut and took his last, deep breath, while his ears filled with the soft whine of the charging weapon.
In the Capital Wasteland
Aura Wilming
163

One of my favorite Aura Wilming stories to date! And it’s not easy to top your stories in the erotica category! Well done and worth every moment of reading! Thank you!

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