Deadly obsession-11

Woman-“FUCK! Make your OWN damn lunch!” With that the woman got up and left with a huff. The man did his own little curse and hurried off after her. Prissy on the other hand was about to cum from the attention Greg was giving her ass.With her orgasm dripping on Greg’s upper chest,Prissy turned around and looking Greg in the eyes,she slid her pussy down on his cock and proceeded to ride him until she felt his cum spray the inside of her pussy for the second time in twenty four hours.With their having reached mutual orgasms in the process of provided an erotic show,Greg and Prissy headed back to their apartment to catch a mid-day nap.Prissy woke up first and decided to go to her own apartment to take care of a little matter while Greg slept.

As she made the walk,she didn’t notice the attention that was being paid to her. The police had never forgotten about the way she responded to their questions.But at the same time,they didn’t have any evidence that could tie Prissy to Amanda’s murder.The only thing the police had so far was the belt to the terry cloth bathrobe with Amanda’s DNA on it from the fabric being forced into Amanda’s skin, and Prissy’s unco-operative attitude whenver the police asked to question.