The alley fell into a heavy and suffocating silence along with the ragged and wet gasps of the unconscious bastards on the ground.
Alex didn't move an inch as his towering frame was still trapping Romi against the cold wall. The heat coming off his body was like a furnace while every panicked breath Romi took caused her heavy and aching tits to rub and squeeze against his solid chest. The soft mounds of her jugs flattened and spilled over the edges of her torn dress.
Now that the immediate threat of those thugs was gone, a flicker of Romi's old and haughty spirit tried to spark back to life. She was a woman of wealth and a millionaire who bought and sold assets with a signature, so she felt she couldn't just stay pinned here like some common street whore.
