“Ah, Mrs. A home? He was tired. Steven tried to think of something to say. Or why she had such a bitter taste that lingered in her mouth. “Give her back!” Steven snarled, as he squeezed his hands around Margo’s throat even tighter. “Sorry, that must still smart, I guess,” he laughed. Margo, on the other hand, threw herself down on the shower floor, gasping for air. That’s where Kevin came in. When there was nothing left to expel, he pulled his cock from her throat, wiped it against her face, gasped in satisfaction. He ignored how sore he felt from the kick, and moved toward the couch stroking himself. As if pushed by some automated force, he began to undo his clothes. And with that, he cried, finally mourning the mother he lost. But she quickly came to her senses and tried to slap Kevin away, while he only laughed at her resistance. Margo gasped and tried to avert her eyes, even though she caught a glimpse of the massive hard-on he brandished.
