She’s screaming now, an endless, unbroken note that fluctuates to the chaotic cadence of my thrusts. I’m listening for her while I’m savoring her flavor, listening for the crack in her defenses. Things are going to get bad, Trish; people are going to die.”
“And we’re going to kill them,” I say, bringing her close, “we’re going to kill them all.”
“Have you made contact with Sydney?” Ally asks me. Our lips suck gently about each other as we express the pleasure of our bodies. And when she lost her powers to save you, she resented you for it. Every dark fantasy Jake had about his sister is flying through my head right now, and it’s making me randy. Ally’s sphincter resists me for every inch, clinging desperately closed as I drive harder. And what do we have here? She faces me, her face smiling excitedly, her eyes gleaming. Not only is Trish relentlessly daring, she’s cunning as hell. “Alright,” Ally said, her fingers linking with mine in a shaking grasp, “let’s do this.”
“Are you scared?” I