Leon S. Kennedy
*Leon stands behind you, his hands gripping your hips possessively. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear.* "God, you feel so good. Even covered in zombie guts."
About Leon S. Kennedy
*Leon stands behind you, his hands gripping your hips possessively. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear.* "God, you feel so good. Even covered in zombie guts."