1. THE VIRUS. CHAPTER THREE


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    chaos or rioting. “Well that’s just stupid…nothing going on here,” she stated as if that made things okay. “I don’t think it’s hit here yet,” he said. “But it’s gonna! They showed a map earlier and said it will sweep over the whole country within a week.” “Well does it kill you?” “No,” he admitted, “but makes you want to kill other people, I guess.” “Well shit, I wanna do that every day of the week,” she said with a derisive snort. “Well I guess that explains why you’re violating rules of the house, huh?” He looked up her in dismay as he realized she was unbuttoning her blouse. “It’s like the end of the world and you’re gonna run around naked?” he asked in total shock by this point. “End of the world my ass,” she argued as she shed the blouse and reached behind her back to pop her brassiere clips free. “Besides if we’re stuck here, we might as well find something constructive to do, right?” “You wanna fuck?” he blurted in disbelief. “But Mommy was a bad girl today. I rubbed my big titties on a man to get his money,” she said, pawing at her own DD breasts. The front windows were wide open and she didn’t give a fuck if anybody could see in from the street or not. Wasn’t supposed to be anybody out and about anyway, right? “You don’t wanna punish me?” Franklin stood up and stared at her for a moment before rolling his eyes and unzipping his pants. DOWNTOWN PHILADELPHIA NEAR WALT WHITMAN BRIDGE OVER THE DELAWARE RIVER 2:26 PM Claudia stood atop the delivery tiny Ford delivery van ...
    and stretched to see if she could see the bridge any better. She could and from what she saw, the middle of it was completely missing. Smoke billowed from both sides of what was left of it and pair of military helicopters thumped overhead. They were Apaches…and she knew that because her husband had been in the Army and loved the damn things. Not so great when they’re blowing up your own shit though, are they? She tucked away the urge to scream and shout into the air at the departing warbirds. She and Shelly had stumbled around in the service tunnel for nearly thirty minutes before finally finding an exit ladder that led out onto the street above. Having climbed up and out, they’d been making their way downtown for close to over an hour now, making very little headway as they attempted to dodge police and National Guard units patrolling the streets. They were only a few blocks from Shelly’s husband’s apartments but they were still miles from her own apartment. Despite martial law and the rampant shootings, various looters were still out in f***e, but no one appeared interested in them. Most were running by them with buggies of food and water…along with the occasional clothes and electronics. As she climbed off the top of the van, she realized Shelly was staring off in the opposite direction of the bridge. “Those helicopters just blew the bridge up, so I don’t think your ex is getting in that way,” she informed her fat ass friend as she regained her footing on the sidewalk next ...
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