"Fuck!" Rochelle cries as her wife continues to have her fingers deep into her pussy working them the right way to make her want to scream, scheming bitch or no scheming bitch.
"Oh yes. That's how you do it." Casey laughs, "That's how we Luvs' take care of our….our…our."
Casey starts to feel lightheaded.
"More! More!" Rochelle screams as she can Casey slowing down.
"I…I don't feel so well." Casey mutters as she pulls out and sits on the bench behind Rochelle.
"Really?" Rochelle asks, faking concern, only really caring that things had to stop when they were getting good, "What's the matter?"
"I don't know…" Casey puts her hand on her head to steady, "I just feel strange."
Casey holds her hands up as she stares at them in blank confusion.
"This is it folks." Rochelle thinks to herself, "The moment we all been waiting for."
Meanwhile… Mama leans closer to the monitors as she sees her daughter acting strangely. |