“Not yet, you aren’t.”
Pulling her fingers out of the unseen pussy, Calista brings them up to her mouth and sucks them in. She moans, glancing down at me while she sucks pussy juice off her fingers like an addict who just got a hit.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, shoving her fingers as far as they can go before pulling them out and doing it again. I watch her suck another woman’s cum off her fingers as though it was my cock, deep throating me until I decide she’s had enough.
Fuck this. I’ve had enough.
The casket shifts for the umpteenth time and I move with it. Throwing my weight against the edge, I feel Ingrid shift with me, her casket balancing precariously on the monument it’s perched upon.
Another push and the glass coffin goes crashing to the floor.
“Oh my God!”
Scrambling out from beneath the old broad, I jump to my feet, half expecting the White Castle guards to be barrelling down on me.
Or, at the very least, a petrified woman staring at me in horror.
Instead I get the maddening sight of Calista Drache tongue fucking someone who isn’t me.
The petite brunette she’s eating out is on the floor, writhing against the fallen coffin while my newfound nemesis eats her way to the woman’s heart.
Face pressed tight against her pussy.
She’s lapping her clit like a fiend, her fingers thrusting in with each stroke. Her technique is surprisingly good, but that doesn’t change the fact I’m pissed off right now.
And horny as fuck.
If the gemstones weren’t weighing down my pants, my member would be saluting Miss Drache for the show she’s putting on. Grinding against the woman’s legs, Calista eats pussy like a pornstar, drawing out the moans and cries of her partner until the sloppy sounds of tongue fucking gets drowned out by a cosmic orgasm.
Crying out and gripping Calista’s ponytail, the woman bounces against her face until her pleasure is wrung out. She shatters all over the stone floors, not two feet from where the matriarch’s body lies crumpled and worse for wear.
“T-That was...”
“Incredible.”
The sound of my voice has the woman letting out a shriek. Whipping her head in my direction, her look of horror is one that should have arrived long before now.
“Were you here-
“The entire time? Yes, I got to enjoy that just as much as you did.” Cocking my gun, I give her a mocking smile, “Now it’s time for you to leave.”
The woman flushes bright red, her hands scrambling to rearrange her clothes as she scrambles to her feet.
“Miss Drache, can I-
“Miss Drache will stay.” Narrowing my eyes, I look at the blonde snickering to herself on the ground, “We’ve got some catching up to do.”
The woman pales, “I-It wasn’t her fault-
“Get out. Now.”
My impatient tone combined with the weapon finalizes her decision. Scurrying from the room, the maid gives Calista one last glance before letting the door slam shut behind her.
“Well that was rather dramatic, don’t you think?”
Calista’s bored drawl has my hackles rising. Pointing the gun in her direction, I’m about ready to put two bullets in her head.
One for the disgusting state of my clothes.
