Chapter Ten
July Two
4:00 A.M.
Langley was already learning to read the signs of the girl’s distress, the frantic fluttering of her little hands, the desperation in those eyes as they gazed imploringly up at him. He would pull out and allow her a few grateful drafts of air into her starved lungs. Looking down, fascinated by the thread of saliva that still connected her open, gasping mouth to his now rampant c**k, or across her back to survey the darkening cotton of her soggy panties, he felt like a successful fisherman, admiring without pity the trophy that squirmed and gaped at his feet.
A puddle was forming on the floor between her sundered legs as the melting ice slowly dripped. He could only imagine how her tight hole must ache around the icy bulk of the steel plug that distended i
