start to ask

"What's a white widow?" You ask as your fingers run over her cleavage.

Lena looks at you with wide eyes filled with tears. "Please I really mean no harm to the aces." She sobs. You grab her breast hard and squeeze it a little in your hand. Lena screams and moans at the same time. "Answer my question, bitch." You say hard and mercilessly. "Please...please...I may..." she stammers, trying to look away. You grab her between the legs with your other hand and your fingers circle over her crotch.

She moans slightly but tries to suppress it. "I don't know anything...ahh...really. Just that they are against...ohoa...aces." She moans, growing louder.

You begin to realize that you're not going to learn anything from her. The longer your fingers circle on her panties, the redder her cheeks become. From time to time, a light press breathing sets in. You think about who you could learn more from. But your horniness is getting bigger and bigger.

"Pale me one." You scream downright in her face. Her eyes widen in shock. "Uha...I don't...know...hahauha...how to do that." She presses out between a few moans. *She's too inexperienced to be enough for you after Annkatrin,* you think and laugh grimly. To the left in front of you is the living room and to the right is the kitchen.

You take out your handset and open Annkatrin's message. Irritated again and again by Lena's gasp, you search for Annkatrin's contact details and find them after a few seconds of searching.