I pointed her attention back to the stage where Vix was still getting her face fucked, rivulets of tears and spit dribbling down her chin. Beautiful. Lydia turned to face me, eyes wide and so fucking gorgeous. “Were you serious?” she said. “Are you really going to fuck my throat like that?” “No,” I said. “I’m not going to fuck your throat like that.” I smiled at her confusion. “It’s going to be a whole lot fucking worse.” I wasn’t joking.
