Scene Description:
Katrina Jade was bent over folding laundry and dodging calls, trying to lay low after that filthy lesbian orgy turned deadly, when a hard knock at the door made her freeze. Standing there was the widower of the bitch who'd died mid-orgy, cock already twitching for an appointment Ivy had sneakily booked. That scheming slut! Katrina grilled him—had he ratted them out?—but no one even noticed the missing whore, let alone found her body. Fucking on the anniversary should've felt wrong, yet he growled it would give him closure, swearing Katrina was the hottest, tightest escort he'd ever laid eyes on. Ivy's constant bragging about her own cunt only made Katrina's soaked pussy clench harder; she needed that thick dick buried deep right then. Laundry day just got dangerously, deliciously filthy.
