Fighting back a wave of exhaustion and pain, Jim smiled up at Rick. "Y..yes. Rick..I…need you. Fuck me. Fuck me, please…massage my breasts." To emphasize her words, Jim gave Rick's dick a tight squeeze with the inner muscles of her pussy, gripping it tightly. She bucked upwards, even thought the act caused her immense pain. She winced through her forced smile, hoping that Rick didn't notice her hand creeping slowly towards the vase.
Rick, momentarily stunned by the change in the waspish woman that Jim had become, halted his thrusting motions. He looked down at the smiling face of the woman beneath him. What was going on?
Jim saw the confusion on Rick's face and went for the vase. Her lithe hands wrapped around the lips. She grunted. Her arm tensed. All her remaining strength concentrated into one giant blow to the top of Rick's head. "Take this, you bastard!!!!"
Rick barely had time to look up, "What!?!?!?!"
CRASH!!!
The white vase shattered, the force of the blow knocking his head backwards. Jim saw a trickle of blood spatter onto her bruised breast, and then Rick slumped forwards.
He was…
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