Warwick's fingers find Karen's nipples, squeezing firmly. "Don't try to fight. We both know you...want it." He punctuates his words by slamming his hips skywards, driving his cock deep within her.
"Come now... Just let go..." He whispers just loud enough to be heard over the sound of their bodies pressing together. "Come for me, my little slut..." He drives himself deeper, hands moving harder.
“Hot Coffee is good on such cold nights,” Chloe says trying to get a read on the guard. “Cake would be lovely. What flavor is it?”
"Gh!" Karen groaned as she felt the man pinch her nipples - at the action, the professor felt her pussy squeeze him in response. She started shaking her head, almost trashing as she tried to resist the buildup of pleasure in her body. But it was too much, finally, she leaned forward as her body shook from pleasure, her pussy clamping around his shaft. "Ghhhhaaaa~" An animalistic guttural moan escaped her throat as she started cumming, pleasure, humiliation and shame mixed on her face.
"Ahh..." The man gave a sound as if he tried to remember something. "It's strawberry." He answered after a moment. He walked back to the table and put a cake on the plate in front of Chloe. Spoiler: Mental 12 vs DC 10 success 12 vs DC 15 fail As she observed the man, she figured that he was honest in his attitude towards her and meant her no harm.
Rolling around to get on top of her, Warwick doesn't stop, reaching down to squeeze her clit as he fucks her. "That's right... Relish it..." He breathes in her ear.
The erect nipples push the material of shirt that confines her tits. As he rolled her on her back she moan as the dick moved inside her still sensitive pussy. A throaty moan escaped her, her body arching as Warwick resumed fucking her. Her forehead covered with sweat and her cheeks took on a heavier blush, as she looked at the man, desperation mixed with lust. Pleasure was slowly overwhelming her despite her resistance, even faster then previously. "No~ Enough~ I just came~ " She tried to speak, her words interrupted by her moans. She bit her lip with a small yelp as he squeezed her clit.
Chloe eats her cake and drinks her coffee while deciding what to do with the guard. He seems so honest and not interested in me. I want him to go home to his wife tonight and not end up beside Damian. Chloe rose to her feet and took the empty plate and cup to the guard. “What should I do with these?” she asks, batting her eyes.
The man blinked as he looked at the cup and plate. Then he waved his hand. "Leave it - I will clean it later. There is no water connected." He said as he looked at the clock. "How much would take for your mother to arrive?" He asked.
“Not much longer,” Chloe said. “Hey, you have something on your collar.” she leans forward like she is getting ready to brush off a crumb but leans and sinks her fangs in his throat.
As she built a raptor with the man he did not even suspect any foul play. Chloe easily sunk her fangs into his neck, and the man gave a weak moan as she did so. Soon, she could feel his blood flowing into her mouth - it wasn't the best she had - the man was not young, but there was a certain taste to it... She could not put her finger on it... But it made the blood taste better.
Chloe was not hungry, and once she felt the guard go limp, she released him and guided his unconscious body to his chair. She pulled out her hidden cell phone and dialed. “Clara, he’s out. Get here asap!”
As she sat the unconscious guard on the chair, she could not help but notice the effect of her kiss - a large bulge in his pants. As she called Clara, she received a quick affirmation. Soon, as she look at the security tv, she noticed the car stopping in front of the main gate. As she looked around, she found keys for the padlock for the gate.
Chloe smiles to herself. You were horny, you old devil. She softly kisses the sleeping guard's cheek and leaves the shed to wait for Clara.
Chloe walks out of the guard shack and flashes the padlock key. "He'll be out for a while. Let me open the gate, and then we can get this unpleasant business over."
As she saw Chloe approach, Clara exited the vehicle and helped open the gate. She and Chloe unlocked the padlock, she moved the gate, opening it. Then both of them entered the car, and Clara drove deeper into the site. "What about cameras? Have you disabled them?" She asked as she stopped in front of a hole, that was prepared for some side building.
Clara frowned as she exited the car. "One thing at a time." She said quietly as she walked to the site, looking around. "Here!" She said quietly. "Bring him here!" She turned to Chloe and pointed her hand at the spot next to her.
Chloe lifted Damian's lifeless corpse. He looked like he was just asleep. It’s too bad he was handsome and knew what he was doing. Chloe carried him over and sat him down. “Now what?”
