SEVEN DEADLY ZINS #3: GREED
Zin McThrobson slid his hand between naughty librarian Angeline Whorebuster's thighs, tracing his fingertips up her smooth, quivering flesh until they found the lace straps of her thong. He whispered in her ear,
"I want you. All of you."
His hot breath and hotter words caused the Dewey Decimal numbers in her head to spin as Zin shoved her back on the motel room bed. She'd told Ted they were working late at the naughty library- he'd never search for them here.
Zin effortlessly tore her thong off and loosed his trouser basilisk from his boxer briefs. The lamp on the nightstand toppled to the floor and shattered.
"My bad," growled Zin, sexily.
"Oh Zin, it's huge!" cried Angeline seconds before wrapping her ruby red lips around as much of his his throbbing McThrobson as she could manage (about 1/16th of it.)
Zin gruffly grabbed the back of her neck and spiked Angeline's glistening, nude and now partially fractured body face down on the bed. He mounted her, sliding his knickers serpent into her eager, sopping pink pit. Immediately Angeline was moaning loud enough to cause the family of migrant workers in the next room to turn up the evening news on full blast.
"Oh god Zin, oh my god, nonfiction can be found in the 900's or in reference, oh god yes," she cried.
"Oh god naughty librarian Angeline," Zin gasped as he thrust deeper into her gooey pleasure cave,. Angeline winced a little. But in a good way, mostly. Zin's pounding sped up. Angeline moaned louder into the mattress. Zin growled.
"I want more of you. All of you."
And with that Zin's erection expanded, becoming more engorged than ever before. His pulsing Levi's snake tripled in size, then quadrupled, then doubled in manly, throbbing, sweaty girth. Angeline screamed. In pleasure, probably.
"Oh Zin!"
"Want. More!" bellowed Zin, and with a mighty thrust he forced his tremendous trouser reptile, now the size of a healthy adult beagle, deeper than ever before into Angeline's naughty librarian body.
"Blurrggh, ufff, Viiiiggggghurf," sputtered Angeline. Blood that matched the color of her lipstick dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her ribcage collapsed, sexily. Zin leaned his lips down next to her ear, still plundering her slippery ladycavern with his unholy tire-sized erection.
"Oh god yes baby, you like that?"
"Hrrrmfbluuraugh," Angeline purred.
"Mmmf, more, more, more!' cried Zin.
Suddenly the head of his penis erupted out of Angeline's mouth like a kebab through a piece of undercooked steak. An organ that looked like her gallbladder flew across the room and hit the wallpaper with a thunk. Bile, blood and ejaculate poured onto the comforter through her slack, open mouth. Her body crumpled and bounced limply on Zin's still-humping member like a flag on a windless day.
And oafish Ted was never the wiser.