The Life of Silas Wright

Her eyes searched frantically around the room for a way to escape, but there was no place to go. The wall was behind her and the wide-eyed idiot moved steadily closer, saliva wettening his slack lips. She cowered in the corner, looking more naked and frightened than anything he had ever seen in his life. Silas' eyes locked in lustful desire on the tiny opening nestling in the sparse soft field of blonde cuntal hair between her legs. "I-I want to eat her p-pussy first." "No, please not that. Please, not thaaaat," Jane broke out suddenly in wild sobbing. What does she know about that? her wide-eyed young husband's fevered mind raced on. She looks like she's afraid of enjoying it! He could bear anything but that. Not the humiliation of her enjoying that slobbering idiot licking her cunt right in front of him. Suddenly, she bolted from the bed and hurled herself at the unwary Josh, her nails sinking into his flesh and ripping like talons of a hawk down the sides of his face. The skin gave way and a look of surprise flashed across his face as a pitiful dot of blood trailed down his cheek ...»