“Fuck me!” she moaned. Pornhat Kyle recognized it as a katar, a punching dagger. She had already modified Kyle’s mother and the six concubine’s memory, erasing Aaliyah out of their thoughts. Britney was atop Christy. He enjoyed the feel of her against him. Britney grinned like a cat. Kyle sighed. She gave his cock a few licks, cleaning the last traces of spunk, then put him away and rose up. Her ass was covered by a sheer pair of red panties, pressed so tight against her cunt it was obvious she shaved. After what felt like hours, it was hard to judge time in the suffocating confines of the hood, the car stopped and the trunk opened. That’s not the way love works! Her glass had flown off, and her green
