Kevin winced as a montage of images flashed across his vision, Dylan, hands rested on the back of her head, forcing her mouth down on him, choking her, Her beneath him, her nails raking his back, as he thrusts deep inside of her, Savannah bent over a table, hands balled as he held her by the hips and thrusts, hard and fast into her, cumming across her back. As Dylan said, Savannah was his pet...
Savannah, fearing Kevin's outburst, forced an easy smile, "Kevin, it's getting late. I think we should leave." She said, tugging at Dylan's arm. "Let's go, baby. The party is over." Dylan, holding her hand, nodded, and they walked straight towards the door.
Savannah was taken by Dylan to the hotel entrance. Dylan waved over a valet and gave him a ticket, and they waited for the car to arrive. She took the opportunity to withdraw her hand from his, stepped back and frowned at him. "Is it necessary to do these kinds of things?"
"You bet." He said.
