brikot

“Uh…sure…Carol.” At that point I wasn’t thinking much of anything, concentrating as her slippery, soapy hand slid along my shaft and she pulled on the skin on my ball sack. Mrs. B.—Carol—got on her knees and came face-to-face with my throbbing dick, pink from the steamy shower. I thought she was going to blow me, but she had another surprise for me.

She worked her head like a machine, inhaling as much of his dick and then slowly rising up, enjoying every inch she could. Knowing how heavy a sleeper he was now, she started to bounce with each movement, using the momentum to cram her father’s cock further down her throat each time. After a minute or so of his fervent blowjob, her father’s cock jumped in her mouth and started filling it with his seed. Sarah didn’t wait like last time and swallowed each emission as they came, greedily sucking the tip each time and hoping for more.

Once he had been reduced to kindling, Noah pulled him out of the resulting puddle and stabbed him with the second tool, a metal spike wrapping him in smokeless fire. The magic flames worked quickly, reducing him and his clothes to ash in less than a minute. Minus his metal belt buckle and a few shards of bone, all of the trace evidence was removed, and Noah swept the remains into the broom closet. No one would ever know what happened to Reiss, but at least his killer suffered for what he did.