I raised my head to look Rose in the eye, her left one not closed by massive swelling like her right eye. I dropped fully onto Rose, my chest feeling her oddly shifting lumpy breasts flatten against me, my mouth at Rose’s neck. Despite just having emptied myself down Penelope’s throat a few hours ago there were a few spurts, but they were very intense. Rose’s left arm jerked out onto the bed and I struck next at her left shoulder, giving her half a dozen carefully aimed hits to destroy that joint also. My face was at her cleavage, hands coming up to each grab one side of her left breast. I had watched the hidden camera recordings of her showering for months as those bruises started livid and slowly faded. I gave Rose no mercy or delay as she held her broken wrist to her upper chest, striking down and aside to impact her bent left elbow with a jarring impact which fractured or broke that joint as well.
