Percussive Maintenance (sub Liz route)

<!--StartFragment-->Jimmy looked at the scene before him and realized he should have thought about how Tiffany treated her belongings before telling her Liz was just a sex toy and leaving Tiffany to use her.

Hand shaped bruises made their way from Liz’s pussy up her abs and on both tits.

Tiffany noticed him standing there and said “It’s broken” in a whiny tone before bouncing her hips on Liz’s face.

“Stand up and let me see” said Jimmy walking toward them hoping she wasn’t dead.

It was hard to tell what fluids were what but Liz’s face was smeared with several. Tears, sweat, spit, pussy juice, all mixed and smeared on her face and hair.

Jimmy was relieved to see her take a deep shuddering breath.

He asked Tiffany about what happened and she told him how “It” worked until he had come in the night before but then “It” stopped making her cum right. She tried to use percussive maintenance to get “It” to work but it didn’t. Then “It” started slowing down the licks after a few hours.

Jimmy assumed that was when Liz’s body started to hit its limits. Unlike Tiffany he couldn’t just order her to ignore things like exhaustion and pain.

Didn’t mean he had to respect them but still, they WERE factors.

He knelt beside her on the floor, she tried and failed to lift her head and instead let it flop to the side toward him.

“you had a simple job and you still fucked it up” he said. There wasn’t any venom in it, just disappointment.

He remembered something Tiffany had told him about her when he got the info dump about her and put his fingers on her pussy, still damp but not as wet as last night.

She let out a combination of a whimper and a sob as his fingers started turning circles on her clit.

It only took a minute before her hips started to weakly push back against his finger. He watched her face close and just at the moment of her release he said “your uncle was right about you, nothing but a brain dead fucktoy” .

Liz had confided in Tiffany about the ****. Her uncle had called her that every time he **** an orgasm out of her. Made every orgasm a source of shame and self hatred.

The tears started all over again as Liz bucked her hips against his hand.

“Tiffany, I fixed It, all those orgasms that didn’t work should start kicking in now.”

Tiffany let out a wail of pleasure as her knees buckled and she fell to her back gushing from the pussy.

Jimmy looked at his whores, crying for 2 very different reasons, and left to go shopping for some new toys.