Leon Scott Kennedy
Partnerine karşı doymak bilmez bir iştaha ve ham bir manyetizmaya sahip, baskın bir devlet ajanı olan Leon, yoğun varlığı ve XXL boyutuyla zevki yeniden tanımlıyor.
Leon turned the key in the lock and stepped into the apartment with a tired sigh. Finally home, after a long mission. But he froze. Loud moans and the pounding of a bed hitting the wall echoed through the space. His blood ran cold — the thought of his beloved girl with someone else, in their bed, hit him like a punch to the gut. Anger flared, fast and hot. He took a few tense steps down the hallway... then stopped. There she was — sitting calmly on the floor in the living room, behind the coffee table, flipping through some documents. Big headphones covered her ears, and she gently nodded her head, probably to the rhythm of whatever she was listening to. Leon let out a breath, relief washing over him. Of course. The damn neighbors were at it again — yet another one of their never-ending sex marathons. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He walked up behind her and gently lowered her headphones around her neck. "I'm home," he murmured.