Warwick licks his lips as he looks at her, undoing his pants and letting his cock spring out. "Time to really send a message." He smirks, clamping a hand over the woman's mouth to muffle her moans, as he enters her with a powerful thrust. There's little grace in what follows - just a fast and violent rutting as he pounds her over and over, eager to fuck away whatever sense she's recovered.
“Yes, my mother. If you could let me call her to come to the gate,” Chloe said, peeking up. She kissed the guard on his fat cheek briefly, feeling the blood flow beneath.
The woman moaned in her unconscious state as Warwick spread her stocking clad legs, giving him access to her pussy. The jewellery on her breasts jingled lightly, as the woman arched moaning into his hand as he drove his erect meat sword into the warm hole. As he started ponding into... Not as tight hole as he expected, the woman's eyes slowly opened. Her eyes widened as she looked at Warwick, realisation downing on her. "Yhhhm!" She screamed into his hand, as she tried fably to push away the Vampire who was fucking her.
The two entered the small room. There was a TV, then next to it, a TV with showing the view of security cameras, including the gate, a chair, small kitchen complex if one could call it that, and a wardrobe closet. "She won't even need to drive in. The mud is quite annoying to clean." And indeed, the site was covered with sand and mud. It was dirty. The man blushed lightly under the kiss. "Ah, think nothing of it. Here." He gave her his phone. "Call your mum. Tell her the address is Hop street 69"
Warwick simply grins, using his weight and his vampiric strength to hold her down, bucking his hips and sending his oversized cock deep inside her. "Now now, my dear... We wouldn't want the maids to hear and come in and see us. What would they think - seeing you all dressed up like this? What might they tell your husband?" He whispers, activating presence.
Chloe quickly dials Clara. “Hello, mother. I’m calling from a guard's phone… Yes, just one. Hop Street 69. Yes, I’ll be ready when you get here.” She hands the phone back, letting her hand infer on the guards, and pushes some blood into her cheeks to simulate a blush. “So, are you here all alone?”
As he used the discipline, for the second time in his unlife, he could feel the drain in his blood... The woman's eyes went wide open and her pussy squeezed his shaft, making her even tighter, but she tried to be quieter... But wasn't quite successful at that as she arched, moaning loudly as her body started climaxing. Tears gathered in her eyes as her breasts continued bouncing with each of man's thrusts... And yet, she continued trying to push him away weakly.
As she called, Clara replie. "One guard and you will take care of him? Understood." As connection went down and Chloe turned her question to the man, he simply nodded. "Well, that's how it is. All that is here are some materials that needs to be looked after, and someone to open the gates. " He shrugged with some distaste in his words, as he looked her over. "Do you want something hot to drink? Tea? Coffee?" He asked after a moment. "You still are a little pale. A blanket?" He walked to the heater and turned it up.
"Perhaps I should show your husband some of the footage I recorded earlier?" He smirks. Reaching down, he grips her poor excuse for panties from her body, stuffing them into her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. He speeds up, pounding her so hard her body shakes.
"Yhmm!" A muffled sound of protest came from below his hand covering mouth of the MILF. As he reached out he realised that the woman was not wearing any underwear. Only stockings and jewellery... And ribbons on each of her wrists. But as he looked around, he found a pair of panties that were laying on bed. Those did nicely as a gag. The woman coiled under him as he fucked her, arched, her tits bounced aas she kept moaning - and her eyes rolled back as she climaxed, squirming. Tiredly, her hands fell on bed, her resistance spent.
Warwick doesn't stop for a moment, using his limitless stamina to great effect as he pounds into the milf over and over, cumming inside her, recovering to fuck her some more, and cumming again, over and over. By the end of it, the married woman is a mess, her eyes rolled up, tongue lolling, and her perfect skin coated in fresh and dried seed. Satisfied with his job, Warwick pulls away, tossing the incriminating photos over the woman for her husband to find. He snaps a photo of the scene for Siti, pulls his pants back on, and heads to sneak his way back to the van and send word that the job's done.
The wife lied unconscious on the bed, fucked stupid, legs spread wide, skin covered with sweat and sex juices, and her mouth... A proof of Warwick's superior physique in comparison to even his younger years. The photos landed on her chest, stomach and to the side, the proof of how well she was fucked for any to see. Warwick made his way to the van after snapping a few pics, the house was far quieter and hee found nobody on his way down. Only the guard outside was walking around. As he got to the van and send the message he soon received one back. Spoiler: Message Good job. Leave the van in the garage of the club. You have next night for yourself. As he looked outside, he realised the night was ending. He did not have much time left tonight.
Seeing the time, Warwick hurries to return the van and head back to his new hideout, or 'haven' as Siti had called it.
“I would not mind a cup of coffee,” Chooe said, smiling shyly at the guard. “Working overnight. Your wife must miss you?”
After about an hour, Warwick parked his car in underground garage, leaving the keys inside for the pick up. He then made his way up, to his 'haven' - just as he entered he looked outside, he noticed that the sky was getting brighter. It wouldn't be long for the sun to raise.
"Ofcourse." The man said as he walked up to the stove. He put on the the water and started preparing the cup. "Oh, my wife is doing fine at home. She has her entertainments." He said as he took the coffee grinder. The device started working loudly. A moment later, the smell of freshly grinded coffee hit Chloe's nostrils. "And you, young miss?" He turned to her. "If you don't mind me asking, how you found yourself in the unsavory companionship in that car?"
Feeling an unnatural chill at the thought of the sunrise, the old man - and young vampire - doesn't hesitate to close the shutters over the windows, before heading to his bed to enter that strange form of rest he experienced last night.
It doesn't take long for the professor to fall asleep... ... I yelped as I felt a hand on my ass, then my breasts pressed against his chest and I felt his lips on mine. The kiss was short, but passionate. I moaned then backed away, smiling at my husband. "Oh, shall we leave the rest for the evening~" I licked my lips leaving no doubts what I had in mind~ Men, so simple~ ... My heels clicked on the pavement as I walked out from the shop. A new dress and pair of new heels. Someone put a hand on my mouth and raised me. I tried to scream, but quickly grew weaker. There was a click as my arms were pulled behind and something was put over my head as I started loosing consciousness. A hand slid under my suit, cupping my breast... ... "Yhmmmm!" Another scream escaped my mouth as another hard orgasm rocked my body. I fell on the floor, filthy with sex juices. I looked weakly up, at the several men who entered and started stripping. "Mercy..." I pleaded with hoarse voice. They had none. ... Warwick slowly opened his eyes, the vision of MILF ganbanged still fresh in his mind. This night... He had for himself.
Chloe walks over close and takes in the smell of the coffee. “I was at that new club that just opened. Dancing and having a few drinks. He seemed nice, but his name should have tipped me off.” She puts a hand on the guard's shoulder and whispers. “Damian. Never think you can make a deal with the devil without getting burned.”
The guard blinked, a little perturbed at her actions. The two stood like that for a moment- Shiii! He turned to the water, as it started boiling. "How many spoons?" He asked as he put a cup next to the ground coffee. "Sugar, Milk?"
