75 Golden sunbeams (1/2)
The scream got stuck in her throat. The ramman sat there wide-legged. His eyes shone faintly in the light of the burning tealights. His snake was hard and throbbing lightly. Sneeringly, he stretched out his forked tongue to Laila and let it glide nimbly through two fingers. Laila was stunned. She felt a painful pressure on her bladder.
The ramman held out a hand to her with long curved claws. ”Come on.” Laila grabbed her hand and let him pull him onto the couch. She was sure she had to dream. The ram man slipped a claw over his throbbing snake. Laila stared in fascination at the bumps under his skin. ”I've got you well again, right?” Laila saved a comment. ”Do you know what your new friend is doing right now?”
Laila looked around anxiously. But Dick was nowhere to be seen. The ramman looked at her calmly. ”He's shoveling your grave.”
”You lie.” stammered Laila. ”You are not the first.”
”You lie.” a feeble whisper. ”Look at me.” Laila wanted to resist the order, but as if under duress she turned her face to him. ”Join me.”
Laila thought how strange it was that she felt in her dream losing control of her body. The hypnotic gaze of his red eyes caught her. She reached for his muscular shoulders. As Laila swung her leg over him, he brutally penetrated her. A flash exploded in front of Laila's eyes, and suddenly they were no longer sitting on the couch in Dick's hut, but hovering over the forest clearing. Laila looked down.
Dick stood in a hole, whistling merry, shovel after shovel of dark earth over his shoulder. The ram man moved Laila's hips back and forth. She felt the gliding of the balls. ”Look.” he implored her and pushed her faster back and forth. ”Look closely.” Laila saw the pots of roses. Next to the fresh hole stood a coffin of glass.
The ram man drew his claws over Laila's breasts. Hot she felt his forked tongue on the delicate tips. He sat down under her. ”For whom the hole is shoveled, Snow White?” Again he pushed Laila back and forth on his snake. She could not help but clutching his upper arms as he thrust harder and harder.
He forced her to another orgasm. Another flash in front of Laila's eyes. Back on the floor of Dicks Hut. With a panicked look she saw the naked dick at her side, asleep. The ram man slowly withdrew from her. His head with the mask hovered over her for a moment. ”Kill him before he kills you.”
The disgusting face vanished.
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Laila let the two Italians through the destroyed patio door. The two looked like an inflated version of the Blues Brothers. Black suits, white shirts, black ties and expensive sunglasses. On their heads they wore no hats, but thick, black hair. The younger of the two was tall and broad, his name was Francesco.
The older one was much smaller. It was almost as tall as it was wide, almost reminiscent of Danny de Vito in its compact form. He introduced himself as Tonino and was the spokesman for the two. He made a derogatory remark about the dilettantisch hit disc. Laila shrugged. ”The hut should be torched anyway.”