She runs like hell

Seeing the blatant display of hellish lust playing out before her, Nancy, hesitating a moment to drop the heroin she brought for Becky, runs screaming from the doorway.

You look up at the sound and catch a glimpse of a leather-clad leg disappearing behind the door frame. "Sorry, hun',"Becky says, sliding off your rod, her pussy reluctantly relinquishing its prize, "but i have to make sure Nance doesn't get too far."

Smiling you reply, "Don't worry, my corseted pet, she isn't going anywhere. You follow her down the stairs and I will head her off at ground floor."

Giving your cock a forlorn, lusty glance, Becky launches herself through the door, aided by her leathery wings.