Murdering Lisa without fucking her had brought me to a very high level of arousal, my just-freed cock jutting up close to my belly, the puple-engorged flared tip already leaking glistening pre-cum. I was leaning forwards over Rose’s ass, fingers clawed into the soft meat of her cheeks to keep them hard apart, my feet slipping a little on the carpet with each thrust. I kept my cock in place, bucking downward and trying to seat it further but the next few pushes did not get my cock any deeper, forcing me to pull back instead of just push forwards. The still tight grip of her violated muscle mostly squeegeed the slick mess in her colon off my cock, just small smears of cum, blood, and shit lightly streaking the length. Rose’s next protest was brutally interrupted by her scream. “Why uhh, what happened?”
Impatient, I reached forwards and down, grabbing the opening top of the dress and ripping hard with my symbiote boosted strength, tearing the dress open and out of Rose’s grip. I dragged my feet out of my socks and stepped between Rose’s sprawled legs where they hung off the padded edge of the bed, my hoarse voice both a warning and a command, my hands reaching for her still wobbling large ass-cheeks.
