As he watched her work, her thighs flexing, the thick mounds of muscle bulking, rippling, Bonnie giving focused low breathes as she crossed her ankles and simply focused on increasing the pressure, imagining she was wrapping her legs around the neck of some Mon she wanted to strangle. Like her brother, or maybe the giant Donphan. She hissed of a breath, as Markus saw the stone crack in the e a. Circle.