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, Kate… that’s 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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