Chapter 12

• “Mmmmph! Uuuurp! Gack! ” The noises coming from her are incredible. Slightly struggling, very confused, barely holding back from puking all over me. And I drive my blood-soaked cock straight in, holding the back of her head and immediately humping rapidly. Lizzy’s throat is just a fuck toy. Just a way of cleaning my filthy penis. And she does her very best to do just that. Her little tongue wiggling around and slurping up her own period blood. Swallowing it down along with the tip of her husband's cock. I pull back to give her a breather, but still seeing red, I plunge back in a few more times to really wash myself.
• Liz manages to hold herself together, drink the disgusting bloody slime down her gullet. But as I pull out, instead of being scared of me, or hating me, or blaming me for this treatment, she just looks apologetic. “Did I do ok babe? Is that clean enough?” The shame on her face makes my cock pulse in front of her eyes. She’s only worried about cleaning up like she was told! As if embarrassed that she sullied her husband’s dick. As if it’s her fault she got her nasty blood on me.
• “It’s decent. But now it’s all over your face. Ew what’s wrong with you?” Damn, where is this cruelty coming from? Instead of comforting my poor girl, I point out how disgusting her mouth is after all that. Blood is smeared around her lips and cheeks, almost like smudged lipstick. I can’t stand to look at it, so I shove her head back down and assume the position behind her in doggie-style again.