“You know I could kill you this way,” I whispered in her ear. She was thin, with a perfect hourglass figure. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled, “I couldn’t possibly kill you.”
I was hard again, still inside her. That night, when Ryan had left for his night class after dinner, I cleaned up. I began thrusting into her face, slowly, softly, working my cock up to hardness again. Two months passed and Samantha stuck around. I swore to myself and hurried to clean it up before they finished. “If you don’t make me cum down your throat, you’re not being a very good girl.” She immediately began stroking my cock with her mouth, caressing it with my tongue, sucking it gently. “Suck my cock,” I whispered. I stood up. My cum rolled down her sides in streams. She kept screaming for help. I shoved her head onto my cock and pumped it up and down. She was short and petite, very pretty in a quiet kind of way.