She does not

Fascinated, Fletcher watched what was going on in the other room via the huge screen of his smart tv. Kateshi had left the room to grab a drink, leaving Nancy behind in her own mess. The big, black hacker smirked in amusement. He had quite enjoyed the show. Not only was Nancy McKenna a gorgeous, curvy woman, with looks that put Hollywood actresses to shame, but it was also a delight to see her get knocked down a few pegs. Watching her get so utterly destroyed by a person she would not be caught dead with really helped to ease some of the frustrations Fletcher had accumulated since working with her. And the kid had done an excellent job!

It had been almost a minute since Kateshi had left the room and Nancy still barely recovered enough to stir slightly. She was still on her back, her head overhanging the edge of the bed with her all-but-dissolved ponytail touching the floor. Her legs were stretched out with her thighs spread in a most unladylike manner, giving Fletcher’s camera a perfect view of her pussy.

The huge geek chuckled as he remembered how cute, sleek and petite Nancy’s sex had looked earlier when he was treated to the sight of her inadvertent cameltoe. Well-groomed and her pussy lips demurely clamped together, it had been a piece of art, hidden beneath a thin layer of fabric.

Half an hour of a tattooed-up thug having his way with her, those associations weren’t the same. Nancy’s small slit was flushed red now, her labia swollen and gaping apart, granting a peek at her rich inner pink and gleaming in wetness. Now it looked less like some artsy photographer’s model’s vagina, but more like the cunt of some porn star coming off her shift.

While her pussy had been used properly, this paled in comparison to what Kateshi had done to the detective’s face. In fact, all Fletcher could see of Nancy’s stunning, exotic features on his camera was her mouth, those fat, juicy lips slightly agape as she slowly steadied her breathing. The rest, from her upper lip all the way to the hairline, was covered by a mask of her own drying spit and snot as well as Kateshi’s spunk. The layer was so thick that Fletcher could hardly make out the spectacular eyes underneath, which’s lids were sealed shut by the slimy mess. Even in all his years of watching hardcore porn, Fletcher struggled to remember ever seeing a slut so utterly defaced. He did not mind that it was Nancy who was now topping that list. She certainly wasn’t resembling the tough, headstrong woman he had known any more…

Fletcher shook his head slightly in disbelief as the whole situation sank in. How quickly this slut had folded. He had barely left her unsupervised for fifteen minutes only to find her spreading her legs for this pathetic clown, letting him use her in whatever way he pleased. All this when she always played the role of the ice-queen, engulfed in her aura of better-than-thou, clearly looking down on him while he did nothing but help her. What a bitch! The corners of the black hacker’s mouth tightened and his eyes hardened as he felt a surge of anger. Dealing with Nancy’s attitude had been acceptable to him when he thought that this was just who she was. But finding out that she was this… just another classless cum dumpster… it was too much.

He didn’t really think before his fingers went to work, dancing over the keyboard of his computer. He would teach this bitch a little lesson! Payback for her snobby antics!