Chapter 10
Margo put Nancy in a separate cab and sent her home. Sex had pacified the young woman. She abandoned her earlier concern about her husband straying. Margo suspected Nancy manufactured her hysteria as a means of working up the courage before unleashing her lust.
She waved to Nancy as the cab pulled away from the curb. Margo's pussy continued to tingle. Nancy begged to stay with her, but Margo resisted. She rationalized that Rick might become suspicious if she returned much later.
"You made me very happy tonight," Nancy whispered, brushing her lips. "Let's spend an upcoming a weekend alone. I'll invent something for Rick. He's so busy at work, he'll pay it no mind."
"Let me consult my schedule and we'll make a plan."
Margo sighed as the cab drove away. The evening had gone in a unique direction. She would never have guessed Nancy's infatuation-but then, Rick's had come as a surprise, too.
While waiting for another cab, she relived the moments in the back of her shop. The thrilling press of Nancy's lips to her cunt, the spirit of her tongue and the splendor that branched to every vessel came back. Nancy licked her until she was hoarse, then thirsted for more. The girl's appetite for pussy delighted her.
Rick Hoffmann obviously had no knowledge of his young wife's sexual preference. He married her because she enhanced his image. Her nonperformance in bed was a result of her disenchantment with heterosexual lovemaking. Under a woman's tongue, however, Nancy came alive. Her stimulation was total when navigated by another female.
Nonetheless, Margo thought her unstable. Her mood swings were of enormous concern. One moment, Nancy anguished over her husband's infidelity, and in the next, made a grab for Margo.
Margo planned to laze in a bubble bath and rinse Nancy's saliva from her cunt when she got home. Her pussy still quivered from those searing licks. Jesus. The girl made her cum so hard, she physically ached.
She believed it prudent not to share a cab with Nancy. She predicted that the young woman would paw her the entire way to her front door.
Cabs were strangely scarce that night. Margo waited interminably. After failing to sight one, she began walking down the street. She didn't mind. The air and exercise were revitalizing.
After progressing two blocks, a cab pulled to the curb. A familiar face greeted her. "Margo Chandler, what are you doing? Prowling the streets?"
Margo laughed. Juliette Sorbino seemed downright friendly, compared to the other day. She worried that she lost her as a customer, though why the woman glowered, she hadn't a clue. "Mind if I share your cab? There seems a shortage this evening."
"Certainly. Hop in."
Juliette's eyes rested on her. Briefly, Margo wondered if she had lesbian tendencies, too. Many women seemed to go that route after being emotionally bruised by men. Although Margo's penchant didn't stem from the same reason, she understood the basis of their need.
"Did you find the lime teddy to your liking?" Margo asked.
"As it happens, I bought all three shades. They were lovely. You must be proud of your talent."
"I try very hard to please my customers." Juliette's pupils glittered from the passing street lights. "You give everything to your work, don't you?"
Margo thought her question unusually personal. Juliette peered at her as though expecting a candid reply. "It's been a priority."
"I'm sure it has."
The cab ride was mercifully over. Margo found the atmosphere stifling. Juliette gave her eerie vibrations.
Margo began to pay the driver, but Juliette stuffed several bills into his hand. "Please, allow me." She then proceeded to get out with Margo.
"Oh? Is this your stop?"
"I'm here to pay a call to an old friend. She lives several floors above you."
Margo pondered the peculiar timing of her visit. It was ten-thirty-an hour when most people retired during the weeknight. She resisted commenting on it.
The doorman nodded to Margo, then looked expectantly at Juliette. "Are you expected, Madam?"
"Yes." She began speaking with him while Margo hurried along.
She wanted to put some distance between her and Juliette. An odd feeling came over her when she gazed at the woman-a slow comprehension that she had known her in another time, at another place.
Before the elevator doors could close, Juliette stepped inside. That aggressive maneuver took Margo aback. She hadn't foreseen Juliette to be that quick, either.
The doors quietly shut. Juliette resumed her intense stare.
Her cheeriness dimmed. "You really don't remember me, do you?"
"Now that you mention it, perhaps I do."
"We've aged, you and I. Time has altered my looks. Some people change a great deal in twenty years. You, my dear, have cleverly eluded time."
The voice jogged her memory. She almost detected a French accent. People who came from other countries and spent years on American soil tended to lose their foreign tongue. Their native pronunciations took on the sound of their neighbors. Eventually, no sign of it was found.
Margo squinted. "Who are you?"
"You insult me, Margo. I would have thought, even twenty years after the fact, you might pull my name from the cobwebs of your mind. But, of course, I employed unfair methods to effect my disguise. My hair was once vividly red. Colored contact lenses have altered my blue eyes. It's been both rewarding and amusing to become one of your customers while engaging in my masquerade."
The woman's identity finally registered. Margo gasped. "Oh, my God. Francesca!"
"Yes. Francesca Lanchon-the sister of the man you spurned."
Margo watched on in horror as Francesca removed a gun from her purse.
"It has a silencer," Francesca enlightened. "Don't force me to use it in haste. I have no problem ending your life here, if that is your choice."
"How did you get past the doorman?"
"I slipped him fifty dollars. I told him I was visiting my married lover. The fool bought it."
The doors opened to an abandoned hall. Margo had no idea how she could summon help. Francesca looked positively deranged, pointing that weapon at her. She had no option but to follow her instructions.
"Keep walking," Francesca ordered. "Your slightest mistake will be your last."
Margo took heed and offered complete cooperation.
Once inside her condominium, Francesca crowed of her triumph. "Did you have any idea I'd been watching you? Look up there, where the lamp still burns in the window. I leased that place because it provided an unobstructed view of your floor. I've observed you for weeks."
"Weeks?" Margo echoed.
"Yes. I wanted to learn your habits, and make certain I would cover my tracks. You haven't changed a bit. You're still a slut. I've seen you with various men. I even stayed behind one evening and watched you have sex with that married man in your back room."
"You saw me with Rick?" Margo blurted.
"I even followed you to his home, the night of his party, and surveyed you from the window. You're morally bankrupt, my dear. You never possessed discipline. You encourage every man you meet."
"That isn't true."
"Isn't it?" Francesca's expression turned ugly. "Is that why you deserted my brother at the altar twenty years ago? You found another lover. You pretended to want him, humored him into staging a lavish ceremony, then failed to show up as the guests gathered."
Margo had total recall of the incident. She didn't need Francesca to elaborate. "I had cold feet. Henri insisted we marry. I begged for more time, but he pleaded that we move forward. I never deceived him. He knew I craved my independence, yet was afraid of losing me." She shook her head, as though ridding herself of the subliminal despair. "He confused my respect for his talent with love. He believed I worshipped him. Professionally, I did. His gift of designing clothes was unimaginable."
"You destroyed him."
Margo gasped. "I tried to break the news gently."
"He was never the same. You shattered his heart. He could never reconcile himself of his loss. He became distracted and, finally, he wouldn't pick up a pencil. He claimed that if he didn't have you as his model, his inspiration was gone."
Tears began to pour from Margo's eyes. "I never meant for that to happen."
"He searched for you-in defiance of my will. I prayed he would never find you. Unfortunately, he did."
"Henri.. .is here, in Chicago?"
"Where, I'm not sure. He had a small business in the loop, maintaining a low profile. My brother, once a praised couturier, was reduced to designing suits for businessmen. I'm sure he felt a measure of comfort being near you, even if you couldn't acknowledge his presence. What a degrading experience." Francesca paused, taking a breath. "He knew his decay disturbed me. He was also aware how much I hated you. I told him if I ever found you, it would be your death. He tried to keep me from coming to Chicago, but I wouldn't listen. The day I arrived, he vanished."
"Francesca," Margo said, wiping the moisture from her cheeks, "I can understand how much I've hurt you, and especially Henri, but you must believe that I did not do so with malice. Henri confused love with idolatry. He misinterpreted my respect for something more profound. I could not reason with him."
"Are you saying you never loved my brother?"
"I loved him, but wasn't in love." She lowered her voice. "I also saw how obsessed he was getting. I knew if I went through with the wedding, I would eternally regret it. I had to leave unannounced, with only a note of apology."
"You derailed my brother's career. You led him astray. You broke his spirit. For that, I shall never forgive you." Francesca raised the gun level with Margo's head. "You're going to die."
"If you kill me, you'll eventually be brought to justice. Do you want to face lethal injection, just for the pleasure of carrying out my murder?"
"Yes."
"And what of Henri? You're his only living relative. If what you're saying is true-that I've crumbled his world-then he'll forfeit the last person he has when you're apprehended."
Francesca faltered. "How will the police deduct it was I? Who will tell them?"
"Henri. My sudden death will make that fact crystal clear."
A myriad of expressions passed over Francesca's face. Margo hit a nerve. After a moment, she returned the gun to her purse. "You've bought yourself additional time, bitch. Our score will be settled in another manner."
"And how is that?"
She shook her head. "I'd rather keep you guessing."
Francesca left her with that chilling thought.
"Do I still remind you of someone?"
Margo sighed. She did not appreciate Mike Brennan's sense of humor after her scrape with death. "I obviously made a mistake."
"I wish I had known you before. Perhaps I wouldn't have gone through two unhappy marriages."
She had avoided one-and was still held accountable.
Margo purposely didn't notify the police. What could she gain? No crime had been committed. Francesca's threats were not recorded or documented.
Besides, could she blame the woman? Margo was culpable of the sin Francesca illuminated: she never showed up at the church while the guests breathlessly awaited her arrival in white. She left Paris, without leaving word of her destination behind.
She vanished in thin air, and brought about Henri Lanchon's ruin. Where he went after that, she had no idea. She ran away, while he followed.
Francesca was entitled to her bitterness and thirst for revenge. Margo was guilty of hurting her brother.
Mike, however, was unconscious of the drama that had played out the night before. He skipped an afternoon meeting and came to her place after Amanda informed him of her absence.
"So, you're into hooky," he teased. "Two can play that game."
"I told Amanda I'd be in later."
He loosened his tie. "I'm going to make sure you never show up."
"You'll do no such thing. I've got finishing touches to apply to a new collection."
"I've had an important meeting this afternoon, but I canceled it. Want to know why? Because I'm the boss. I believe you have that prerogative, too."
She tried to move around him. "I need to get dressed, Mike."
"I'd rather you got undressed."
He blocked her path, then put his arms around her. His hands gravitated to her ass. He gave her a disarming squeeze while he steered to her mouth.
Margo's protestations were immediately stifled. Her smothered outrage was replaced by moans of pleasure. He enclosed her quivering rump, varying the pressure until she was provoked into breathless movement. Her dress hiked upward. She gasped, grinding herself against the rigid formation in his pants. Mike sprouted a hard-on, its shape digging into her soft mound.
Mike's tongue entered her mouth, searching for a response. Margo gave it. The friction of that solid wedge against her crotch created sparks of passion. Margo was becoming tremendously aroused. She had no endurance for fighting it.
Margo eased her tits from concealment. Each nipple was delivered swiftly to Mike's mouth. He gladly accepted her gift, circling her nubs with his tongue, then individually completed the pass with a slurp.
Margo moaned as Mike sucked her nipples. Conscious of the magnifying ache in his loins, she repeatedly rubbed herself over the hard, jutting shape of his cock. Mike was totally swollen and afforded her something sweet with which to stroke.
A wet spot formed on Margo's panties. She shivered, rolling her tingling snatch over that compact lump. She could think of nothing else, pistoning her hips and concentrating on that throbbing mass.
Mike took steps to prolong her surge of horniness. Fastening himself to that tit, he sucked her to distraction. He filled his hands with her shapely ass, coercing mewls of delight while dragging her purposely over his stiff cock. The resulting traction was contagious. Not only did he receive a toe-curling charge, but he managed to make Margo's eyes glaze over. He watched her mouth drop open and a flush enter her cheeks while massaging that sensitive area.
After thrilling her with the gyrations of his tongue, Mike lifted his mouth and observed her surrender. He thought of that quivering buttocks in his grip and doubted he would hear a single objection if he went further. His dick hurt from getting so hard. Peering into those glossy eyes, he saw no reason to restrain himself.
He thumbed the wet blotch on her panties. Margo moaned as he pressed into that pulpy zone. The notion of sinking his cock into her layers of squish made his heart race. Hooking the section of material that jacketed her furry lips, he pinned it back. Margo's blonde wisps emerged. He wove through that silken forest while studying her vacant look. A second later, he gravitated to her sodden entrance and fingered her pussy. He slid smoothly into that sluiced receptacle, enjoying the way its slippery walls molded to him. Inspiring slick sounds arose. He pumped her fragrant succulence, stimulating throaty cries.
His cock jerked excitedly. He recalled Margo's squishy fit when he stuck himself between her legs. The prospect of its juicy crush made him swell.
Mike yanked the elastic rim of his briefs over his hips until his dick popped out. His shaft stood at an extreme angle. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the bulbous tip.
Margo enclosed his throbbing erection. "You'd better have a seat. I want to get on your lap."
Mike obliged her.
She gazed down at Mike's anxious expression as she took ownership of his raging cock. His heavy pulsations thrilled her. Peering into those blue pupils, she placed the bloated crown between her moist cunt lips. The second she established contact, the corner of Mike's mouth twitched. His chest rose and fell in anticipation. She lifted her hips above the velvety knob, then pushed down.
"Jesus," Mike gasped as her pussy enveloped him.
Margo studied his rapture as she impaled herself. She sank her fingers into his shoulders as that rigid part of him entered her spongy center. "Ohhhh," she moaned, reacting to that slicing cock. Encasing him tightly, the walls of her pussy attached to the contours of his bone-solid member. She slipped over him like a glove, then constricted.
"Oh yeah," Mike groaned, unable to control the electrical charage that went through him. Absently, he dug his fingertips into her rotating ass, pulling her firmly to him. She buried him between those sensational legs. The satiny backs of her thighs rested on him. He embedded his cock in hot squish. Anchoring his feet to the floor, he leveraged himself for maximum enjoyment. He wanted her to ride his cock.
Margo swallowed roughly. She loved sitting on a man. Her pussy enjoyed that intimate connection. Her pupils curved into the whites of her eyes as she savored their link.
"Yeah," she whispered as it plunged deep into her cunt. Her lips rounded as her sighs poured forth.
"Hump me, baby," he gasped. "Ahhhh. Let me get to the bottom of you."
She rotated her thumbs over his shoulders, then trailed down his sturdy forearms. To punctuate her delight, she lifted herself slightly, then returned his bulbous head to the base of her cunt. Mike evoked a pleased sob as she wrapped him in a cock-pleasing embrace.
Mike stood proudly at the core of her heat. It felt as though a million suction cups were joined to his cock, tugging the skin. She pitched in his clasp, seeking each and every thrill his hard dick offered. He dragged her swaying figure over him, aiming her nipple at his mouth. Anxiously, Mike furnished her exhilaration. He puckered her tit, sucking that stiff nub until she vibrated.
The sensations that ran through Margo's highly aroused body multiplied. She could not begin to identify them. She rocked in his clutches, submitting to the fluctuations of his tongue and lips. Throughout her staggering journey, she never once forgot the fleshy spike that pierced her cunt. She pressed against it, letting its hardness spur her. Her snatch twisted to the plump base, where she received the most satisfaction.
"That feels good," she murmured, taking what she needed. "Ohhhh. Oh, Mike. Yeah. Fuck me."
Mike took complete charge. He aligned himself for maximum penetration, then rammed through those clinging layers of mush. He watched Margo's face as he pumped her. Her eyes took on a distant quality as though seeing paradise with each thrust.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, absorbing his impact. "Ohhhh. Don't stop. Yes. Show me more of that. I love it."
Mike had every intention of giving her more. The effects of her soft, juicy cunt spread to his balls. His excitement churned at a maddening rate. He speared her repeatedly, driven by that luscious surge.
Margo's tits wiggled and shifted before him, silently begging for additional whips of his tongue. He engaged them, shaking. He slurped them until they swam in his drool. He lavished her twin buds with shivering saliva, promoting the weakness that spread through her loins. Margo trembled against him, urging him to gobble all he could.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, settling her ass on his lap. His dick sank into her cunt, moving through her slippery passage. She heard Mike's sharp intake shortly after latching onto his stout trunk. She willed her muscles to become a squishy clamp, then vigorously humped him. "Ohhhh. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
Mike loved making her moan with his cock. He stared into those green eyes while stroking the inside of her pussy. He lunged through her channel, causing a series of gasps. He watched her until that lush, satiating awareness encompassed him. He shut his eyes, giving himself over to it. When Margo's moans tapered, he jammed her good. Her fresh sobs slaked his thirst.
Margo was caught up in the pleasure Mike supplied. He darted and jerked and excited her with his cock. She pounced and undulated on him, working her hips to optimize her gratification. It didn't take long before she climaxed. She was hardly prepared for the strength of that initial eye-opening spasm. Clinging to his shoulders, she submitted to it. "Jesus," she moaned, riding out its delicious turbulence. She crammed every bit of him into her pussy while riddled with contractions. She needed that manly swell immersed in her quivering snatch. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah, baby. That's what I needed. Oh, yeah. Ohhhh."
Mike gave her a steady dose. He fought back the urge to cum in the process. Margo brought him to the brink of orgasm more than once. She thrashed and writhed uncontrollably on his lap, placing a vise-like grip on his cock. He resisted its strangling quality, forcing through its slick handshake.
He scanned the sexy body mounted on him. Drops of sweat streamed down her tits, collecting temporarily at her swollen nipples before falling onto him. That moist patch of hair that frame her pink pussy lips stirred frantically while gored by his upright cock.
She tested his staying powers. He withstood the lure of orgasm, if only to perpetuate Margo's happiness. That ability was stripped to the quick. He knew he could not resist it indefinitely. The intervals between Margo's convulsions narrowed. He lost count of the number. Witnessing her transported expression was more than he could bear.
Margo wanted Mike to cum, but found her concentration disabled. She rose and fell on him, scooping up her tits and arching her back before descending on his stiff cock. Moist sounds evolved from her soaked cunt pulling at him. Ohhhhhh. The sensations that dashed through her were indescribable.
She reached behind and felt his balls straining at her sopping entrance. When she ascended the length of his shaft, she traced the rock-like composition with its profuse width before he rammed back into her. She closed her eyes upon impact, moaning. Bouncing on him several more times, she was ready to cum.
Lightheaded with joy, she collapsed on him. Mike gasped loudly, taking all the air he could into his lungs. Quickly, she covered his mouth with hers and demanded his tongue. She humped him faster than before, focusing on his rigid member, willing it to spurt. She trembled while feeling him burrow into her juicy split, yet craved his discharge. He so tremendously aroused her, her nipples ached from enlargement. Mike could not deflect the assault of her cunt. He weakened from the building squeeze she exerted. His eyes rolled up in their sockets as that heavenly sensation curled his toes and made him squirt. He groaned into her mouth while pumping hot cum in her pussy.
Margo handled his bubbling fury. While he spurted in her cunt, his cock continued to jerk through her. Even in the throes of orgasm, Mike brought her to the pinnacle of joy. Through a sweaty haze, she relinquished her grip on reality.
"Ohhhh," she sputtered when their mouths disengaged and she scrambled for air. The room revolved about her before she tumbled onto his chest.
Mike seized the opportunity to spear her several more times with his hard dick while she shuddered. His thrusts prolonged his physical elation and prevented her from slipping into a daze.
Margo dismounted him, sighing. A luxuriant smile curved her lips. She, too, enjoyed that session.
"Do you think sex gets better after forty?" she mused.
"You're God damn right, I do. Women look hotter to me. I'm in a constant state of arousal."
"I'll vouch for that." She caressed his limp cock. "I am in total agreement about sex after forty. It sizzles. I find myself enjoying it more than ever before."
"I guess we discover over the years the things that matter. Sex is where it's at. Nothing rivals getting off the old-fashioned way. Why accept substitution when the best stuff is naturally produced?"
Margo smelled her juices on his cock. She had lubricated him well. While he took a deserved rest, she drifted toward that thing. She let out her tongue, grazing its side.
"Somebody's getting hungry," he joked.
"How can you tell?"
"The wiggle-it was a dead giveaway."
Margo licked it with purpose. Mike gasped. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Are you going to finish what you started?"
"Want me to?"
"What do you think?"
Mike reached for her tongue with a lurch. Margo's lips parted seconds before her squirming tip glazed him.
"Ahhhh," he couldn't help gasping. She flickered gingerly over the mushroomed head, coating him with drool. He clenched and unclenched his fists while she increased the flow. Her warm, tingling breath filtered over the sections she licked. "Yeah, baby," he muttered. "Coat me with your spit."
Margo enclosed his balls. She delved beneath them with her hands, circling its velvety skin. The sprinkling of pubes prickled her senses. Cupping what she had, she aimed her mouth at the fat knob. She smothered that mass with her lips, puckering and lapping that span of salty flesh. Mmmmm. She loved his taste, mingled with hers. She tongued him until he answered her slurps with a frantic throb.
"Christ," Mike groaned, tilting his head back. He grasped her head, then thrust into that receptacle of warmth. "Oh, yeah." He fucked her mouth, giving her the very thing she craved. He gazed down at her feverish consumption. Margo took pleasure in sucking his dick. He saw evidence of it when he held still and watched her moist lips reach for him. The sweep of her saliva-rich tongue furnished additional proof. Those incredibly soft tits swung at him while she gobbled him up. Those bullet-like ends jolted him.
Margo swallowed him whole. She managed her air supply while absorbing more of that throat-bending cock. While bearing down with her fever-giving lips, she felt his mad vibrations. She drew on him harder than before, willing his jism to spurt. Fueled by his shortness of breath and strong quiver, she set out to drain him.
Margo's sucks rocked Mike's foundation. She brought him to that sweet plane, rubbing those tight lips up and down his swollen cock. The rotation of her thumbs to his balls accelerated his journey. He watched her nails wander, gathering up his sac, then circle his dick. She tugged playfully at his thing, delivering joy.
"Do you like that, baby?" she whispered from below. "Do you love the way that feels? Hrnmmm? Want me to make it better?"
Mike couldn't deliver the words past the lump at the base of his throat. Instead, he watched-in stunned awe-as she detached her mouth. Her bubbly spit ran down his stiff cock while she lifted, then enveloped him in her tits. He pulsated in her fleshy wrap.
"Want me to fuck you with my tits?" she asked. "There's not enough to cover you. You're sticking out." She turned down to lash his bulbous knob. Her licks and the friction of her cushiony boobs thrilled him. She clutched him, then dragged her tits up and down his shaft. "Ohhhh. Doesn't it feel nice and sticky in there? I'll bet you feel it deep in your balls."
"I sure do," he moaned, surrendering to her.
"There's so much of you to suck," she said, making sure his damp cock clung to her big tits. She made herself as tight as possible, providing him silky friction. "I get excited watching it go through them. Look at it. It's enormous."
"You made it like that." His speech was interrupted by more whips of Margo's tongue, more adhesion. He felt the jism churning, ready to rupture. He rocked himself to those fabulous tits, shaking. "Christ. Oh, baby. Oh, yeah."
"Fuck my tits," she sobbed. "That's it. Fuck them." His virile profile more than compensated her for the effort put forth. Mike responded heatedly to her exquisite padding. He pushed into and pulled back from its lust-quenching embrace. She caught his cockhead with the tip of her tongue, administering one shivering coat after another. The heavy pulsations she encountered informed her how close he was to shooting.
Sweat poured from Mike's brow. He stared down at those boobs hiding his dick, then flinched when she tugged his skin. Ahhhh. He yanked his way through that intense channel, concentrating on Margo's pointed nipples. He considered splattering those tits with his cum until her mouth settled upon his plump helmet. Her mouth widened so that they encircled him below the jutting rim. The wriggling press of those lips drove him insane. He worked his hips, feeding more to her. Tingling relief flooded him. Pleasure radiated throughout his groin. Gasps soared from his throat. His chin went up, his eyes shutting. "Jesus. Oh, Jesus."
Margo could tell he was about to explode. That throbbing mass nestled in her cleavage had her squirming. She wanted to climb on top of him and bury that beautiful monster inside her snatch once again. She could go for another round of him.
"Are you man enough to stick it to me one more time?" she sassed. "If you're keeping me from getting to the shop, then do it the right way."
"You've got it, baby. I'm going to fuck you until you can't handle any more."
"Mmmmm. I like that."
Dreamily, she completed the job. Her mouth went over that bulbous crown. Fierce suction followed. She urged him to spew. Her lips rubbed his swollen tip while the rest of her massaged him into compliance.
Mike could barely stand. He plunged into the tender niche she created, energized with desire. The sight of Margo's green eyes propelled him to higher rapture. He crammed his hard dick into that luscious cove, grunting. At the same time, she inflicted him with an enduring fever. His brain was on fire. The flames rapidly spread through his body, gravitating to his balls.
Margo moaned, overtaken by Mike's ecstasy. "Ohhhh. Fuck my tits. Stick your cock in there and pull back. Yeah. Ohhhh. Go ahead." Her mouth returned to his fleshy knob, sucking it back into place. His pupils had a vacant quality until before she encountered that first hot spurt. Jism splashed inside her cheeks. She bore down with her lips while gulping it. She loved the taste of his manly excitement. It rinsed her palate.
"Ughhh," Mike cried out, his handsome face lined with sweet agony. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
He pumped hot goo into her face. Margo maintained that frenzied connection. She knew if she released him-even for a moment-that creamy fluid would shower her face and tits. She swallowed until the gush abated. When she lifted her head, Mike was empty. He had nothing left to give. His knees were wobbly from convulsion.
Margo pulled him from the chair. "Come on, baby. I want you again."
"I can't shoot anymore. You took it all."
"I don't care if you jizz, baby. I just need you stiff. That's what does the job."
"Christ."
She kissed him on the lips and neck, dragging him toward her. Mike arranged himself between her splayed thighs. Margo aroused him totally.
Maybe he had a little left.
He took her legs and draped them over his shoulders. His cock stretched angrily from his body, ready for another taste of her. Without a moment's consideration, he stuck himself into her juicy center.
"Wow! Swift recovery. Oh, yeah," she moaned. She clawed her nails and rapped his chest.
He dug slowly into her moist cunt flesh, letting her savor his pulsating dimensions. His gentle tugging tended to excite her. After pushing himself to the deepest part of her snatch, she dropped her hand and inched toward him.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, sliding through that sweet pussy. "Let's go. Let's make it happen."
Francesca Lanchon gazed through the telescope one last time before collapsing it. That insatiable bitch was going at it again. She was no better than a cat in heat.
Her need for revenge took a different shape. Homicide was something she could not commit. Fortunately, she realized that before pulling the trigger.
The movers would be arriving to collect the few things she kept in the leased apartment. She had no need of it. Her scheme would take a twist that didn't involve murder. That didn't mean Margo Chandler was off the hook.
Yes, something new and more devastating would happen to Margo.
What Francesca plotted would affect her business, her fortune and the men in her life.
She couldn't wait to get started.