Adriana Chechik Remy LaCroix Mia Malkova In Hindsight

He took the warm body in his brawny arms and lifted it from the hook over to his butcher’s block. Laying his victim next to the skewered torso he spread the limp legs and aimed his pulsing prick into the dead cunt, still glistening wetly. As he fed it easily inside, he looked over his shoulder at Maria. “I will have you here, like this” he promised and began to thrust maniacally, flushed and sweating. The dead woman's head rolled from side to side and her legs flapped loosely. Maria cried out, gripped by an intense orgasm, and Kristina put out an petite arm straight to steady her as she fell skinny sideways against doggystyle the wall in a spasm. They all watched entranced until at last Grigori threw back his adorable head, his face frozen in a fierce snarl, and spurted from the crotch to the breasts. He snorted and shook his greying curls from his face. "You!" he commanded, eyeing Maria knowingly where she lay slumped in a corner with her hands balled into fists and clenched between her thighs. Rising obediently, she looked from the pools of warm spunk on the dead girl's stomach to Grigori's face then, at his nod, fell on the corpse like a starved bitch – licking and sucking ravenously until no drop remained. He hoisted the prepared torso over to a roasting-jack in the open fireplace and positioned the meat to be slowly roasted. Casually, Grigori slapped Eva's arse then turned to Maria and pressed his fingers briefly but roughly into her dripping cunt. He returned to his cooking and Pierre led them further into the building, towards the sound of music and screams.   KATYA'S SACRIFICE After looking at her watch for the tenth time Katya finally allowed herself to check the street outside. She went to the window just as a blue van drove around the corner and parked outside the high security unit. The passenger door opened and closed again – the arranged signal. “DENICE!” Blocked by some strategically placed opaque shapes. Fifty cents for a blow job sounds good to me," he bellowed. “As adorable for you Ken (I gulped, here it comes) I met a lovely girl the other day who is just dyeing to meet you. “You know what to do.” She chose the girl’s look intentionally, straight no doubt, which made me chuckle, but I was still in shock. ‘Seriously? He squinted up at her, and Chelsea saw that he wasn’t wearing his usual coke-bottle thick glasses. I took in a breath as they spun and danced and laughed at my surprised look. “Suck me, you fucking slut,” he doggystyle told her. Her eyes met mine for a brief second – hooded and full of lust – skinny as I theatrically licked petite my thumb and pressed my hand down onto her, my palm cupping her mound as my wet thumb pressed against her clit.