Lyla jumped when he did and held a hand out towards him. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t think I’d startle you so bad.”
He glared up at her, mostly from his own embarrassment, and stood up from the couch. “So, did you kill him?”
⊰✙∬ ”Why are you so sure about it? do you trust the promise of someone you just met less than a couple of days ago?.”
“No. I trust their silence.”
"Don’t I always Victor? How are you?" Lyla smiled and gave him a small wave as she appeared in his home fifteen minutes later.
"Jesus!" He jumped at the sudden appearance before sighing heavily. "You gotta fucking warn me!"
[Text] Good. I haven’t eaten in a couple days…
[Text] I’ll be there in a few.
[SMS: Lyla] Just let yourself in. -V
[Text] what about the kid?
[Text] WHAT ABOUT MY FOOD?
[SMS: Lyla] I’ll make you a fucking sandwich. -V
John laughed down at her, hips swiveling in a rough manner as he fucked into Victoria. Pushing her hands off of him and moving to hold her arms down with a bruising grip. Using the hold to fuck into her body rougher, spreading his thighs to open her up more.
"S’gud princess, I feel you so open now."
Victoria shuddered before panting harder, and arched her back as her toes curled. She whimpered at the grip as she bucked her hips up, moaning with each breath.
His hips slammed against her clit with every thrust, causing Victoria to squirm and cry out in pleasure. “Yes, yes…faster…please…”