A Saturday evening demands respect, yet the streets are cluttered with amateurs who think a flashy costume makes them a hero. It's exhausting having to constantly assert my dominance, but someone has to maintain the standard. The Blizzard Group is expanding, and I require only the most elite subordinates to stand by my side. However, leading can be... draining. I find myself in need of a different kind of release tonight. I need a strong hand to grab me by the hair, force me to my knees, and remind me that I'm not always the one in charge. I want to choke on a thick, veiny cock until my eyes water and my mascara runs down my cheeks. Treat me like a dirty little cum slut and pump my tight cunt full of hot, sticky seed until I can't think straight. My body is aching to be used and ravaged. Who thinks they have the stamina to handle the Hellish Blizzard?