Dirty Love

I'd found God in her eyes and a prayer in the subtle way she moaned. I found my soul, the spirit of humanity between her thighs. Devilish temptress or holy angel, I would have her all to myself. Nothing could happen to her, ever. Not one scratch. Not one frown on her face. I would kill to make her happy. From Harlem to Prague, Moscow to St. Petersburg, Kazimir and the Harlem Crew are ready to dest...