Flying Death
I think the dude is 29 or so, but he’s got a boy next door face that makes him look my age.
“I don’t like waiting, but I do love 16 year old pussy. I bet she tastes real sweet,” Fingers says, licking his lips. He’d really never touch a pup like that, but Oscar doesn’t know that.
Missile and I grin, as Oscar curses some more. It doesn’t take much longer before my enemy is spilling his guts. Then Missile and I shift, letting our beasts dismember him so it’s easier to dispose of his body.
By the time I get cleaned up and in fresh shorts, it’s after midnight. I’m half way upstairs when I get a mind-link. I sigh immediately, exhausted.
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