Panic nearly overtakes you. She'll come out and see you! The Bastard, however, just calls out, "Sure babe, I'll bring it to the door."
You try to shake your head, but his hands are painfully tight in your hair and his dick is balls deep in your mouth and throat. When he moves backward you stumble awkwardly after him, alarmed further that he still thrusts and retreats a little with each thrust, making the drool almost stream down onto your white t-shirt.
The bottle Rita wanted was right behind the couch and he plucks it up, pushing it into your hand. You stare at it dumbly as he all but drags you toward the bedroom. Your hands slap light at him, and your heads moves in a tiny no motion, but he just smirks, grab your hand, and encompasses it with his own much larger one.
"Here you go, babe," he says, standing in the door. If Rita were to step out of the bedroom she'd see you for sure, but she stops just inside, moving awkwardly on toes separated by cotton balls.
"You could have just tossed it to me," she grumbles, snatching the tube from your shaking hand. "Asshole," she grumbles, and plans a big juicy kiss on him. He switches hands in your hair, grabbing your hand before you can pull it back. With his hand over yours you cup Rita's ass, his squeezing fingers forcing your own into her soft backside. With the way their tongues are wrestling she never notices you choking as he humps your face more violently than before, as if he's on the verge of cumming. |