1. Policewomen 2: Trina and Son


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Bestiality, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Death, Drug, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Incest, Males / Female, Rape, Teen Male / Female, Torture, Violence, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 83.7, Source: sexstories.com

    presumably admitting defeating, rubbing her ankle. Derrick grabbed her hair with his injured arm, raising his left into the air to strike her. “Wait!” Trina called out. “Before you do it,” “Want to beg?” Derrick mocked her. “We might as well both have some pleasure before you toss me over. I might as well go out sucking cock.” “Like the whore you are? Good idea,” Derrick released his grip, struggled to open his cargo pants and fished out his cock. “You bite it, and I’ll throw you off this cliff right now.” It was semi-hard, but Trina nursed it to full strength, sucking and slobbering all over it. “That’s it. Take that cock. The last thing you’ll do. Though, If you’re really good at it, I might keep you around for a while. I might forgive you for what you’ve done,” Derrick said, watching Trina work. “Mmm, yeah, you are good. Maybe I won’t kill you just yet,” he said. Trina broke eye contact with Derrick, glancing to her right, winking. “Feel good?” Richie said, appearing behind a tree with a thick limb, held like a baseball bat. “Huh?” Derrick turned around. Trina curled up behind him. “Because this won’t,” Richie said, swinging the limb at Derrick. He put his arms up to block the blow, but the impact made him fall backward, tripping over Trina. Derrick fell over the cliff, landing 80 feet below. Mother and son stood, arms around each other, looking at the lifeless body at the base of the waterfall. His neck broken, his skull cracked, blood was spilling out of his head into ...
    the water, flowing away in the current. “That was a great one-liner, son,” Trina said. “Thanks mom,” Richie kissed her head, holding her close. Trina smiled, her planned had worked. When she saw Derrick was still alive at the compound, she hoped he’d follow them back to camp, she wanted to lead him to the waterfall to complete her final act of vengeance. Chapter 13 – Leaving Camp Trina and her son arrived at camp, albeit a completely burned and ruined one, a little later. She dug through the ashes, looking for anything left. She found her gun, and oddly enough, her wallet, nearly intact. “Roger,” she said aloud. “Hmm?” “Roger was tasked with destroying our camp, leaving no traces of us,” Trina smiled, holding up her wallet. “Looks like he didn’t do a good job,” Richie noted. Richie put her wallet in his shorts and continued searching the camp. They found a few other items, trash, and piece of a sleeping bag – plenty of items authorities could use as evidence in an investigation, should Trina and Richie have been reported missing. Roger was truly incompetent. Carrying a few items, heading back down a familiar trail, and the gravel road they traveled on to get to camp, Richie had his arm around his nude mother. “This has been a great trip,” he joked. “Yeah right,” she laughed. He hugged his mother, “Well, it has been. Look at us now.” “Yep. No going back either. When we get home, sex will continue, right?” Trina asked. “Right.” She kissed his cheek, then wiped her ash covered ...
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