"A-Axy... I don't know if I should be happier that you fucked me so passionately... or worried. I know you hate it when I get paranoid... but you almost made it feel like goodbye sex," Veronica murmurs.
It's not even six in the morning, and yet my mind is already twelve hours ahead — to the time Kimberly and I agreed on for our final meeting before going off to get ourselves killed by Frank and his men.
Tonight's plan is simple: dinner together, a walk somewhere, and then, in the dead of night, an assault on Frank's mansion.
And maybe something in between, if you catch my drift...
Fuck, if I'm going to die anyway, I at least hope I get to fuck her first.
"No, Mom, don't worry — everything's fine."
We're lying on the double bed, me on top of her with her enormous tits serving as my pillow. I massage her back while she massages mine, as my cum drips from her holes.
