Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 47
Kitty let out a playful puff of air, her swollen lips puckered like a porno parody of a gunslinger blowing smoke off a revolver barrel. The syringe gleamed in her hand like a trophy...
Was it a fatal shot? Well⦠looking at Melissa now, it sure looked like a kill. The poor thing was fumbling with her face, trying to part what now resembled two overstuffed bratwursts glued to her mouth.
"Damn, Kateβ¦ thatβs not too much, right?" she mumbled through the plush massacre.
Kitty just snorted, full-on condescending now. "Too much? For who, babe?" Her grin was pure wickedness.
She leaned in close, voice dropping to a filthy whisper: "Sluts like us can never have enough."...
Todd Hill
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