“T-There usually is.”
I can’t see the other woman but I can hear the nervous stutter in her voice.
“Miss White must have had them removed for the party this evening. I’m sure they are safe in a vault somewhere.”
“Probably for the best. You never know when a thief might strike.” Calista smirks down at me, “Or where he might hide.”
Mentally giving her the middle finger, I silently tell her tofuck off.
Her smile widens, “Thank you for showing me the throne room, Elle. We should be heading back to the party now, don’t you think?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
There’s blatant disappointment in her voice, and I can’t blame the girl. Even half-buried beneath a dead body, I can tell Calista looks hot tonight. Her black top loops around her neck with an intricate knot and her modest bust is doing its best to bust out the sides. Blonde curls are pulled back into a high ponytail, the kind of sleek mane that show ponies would envy.
I’m getting turned on just thinking about yanking on that ponytail and that’s before the kissing starts.
What the hell?
Instead of making a timely exit, the two women start making out. And not just a little make out, oh no.
They’re having a full blown grinding session right up against the casket.
“Did I tell you how pretty you look tonight?” Calista is purring, looking me straight in the eye while sucking someone else’s tongue, “Such a pretty little thing. You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
She rocks her hips and just about sends Ingrid and me flying. The other woman moans in response, her blunt nails raking through Calista’s ponytail and pissing me off in the process.
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
I mouth the words to Calista but all she does is hold up a finger. My eyes narrow as she sucks it into her mouth, staring me down before pulling it out with a pop.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
“Oh my God!”
In any other scenario, I would be having the time of my life. Watching Calista finger another chick would get me off no fucking problem, but having tolistento it while breathing in Ingrid’s rancid body odour?
Not my idea of a good time.
“I think we can fit two in there.”
She’s purring like a mother fucking cat while I’m stuck in her mouse trap. It’s sick and twisted and there’s absolutely no reason I should be getting hard right now.
I’m pissed off, goddamn it.
“Fuck!”
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking my fingers so well.”
The casket rocks again, and this time I’m not even surprised. The conspirer is writhing against the blonde temptress, grinding and gasping like her life might end if she doesn’t come soon.
So help me God, I might end myself if she doesn’t come soon.
The sound of wet pussy fills the room, and the thought of Calista finger fucking another woman has me fighting back a groan. I can easily picture her red fingernails thrusting in and out, raking her claws down that pussy lining until her partner is begging for mercy.
“I-I’m about to come.”
Thank fucking God.
