GQS – The curse of Isthar
“Are you going to talk now, or do you want to be fucked again?” Ptolemy asked in a quiet voice. His anger seemed to have turned into lust. Claudia said nothing.
“You’re not helping very much, you’re not helping me or yourself, you stupid whore! But if you’re not ready to talk yet, you can show me your cunt and your asshole.” He ran his fingers around inside her. She was in a bad way, he could feel. Caestus’s studded addition to his cock had torn her apart inside.
Caestus smiled. His studded phallus shone with her intimate secretions.
“We’ll start with a couple more sessions,” the Pharaoh said. “Thiat’s nothing for a man like Caestus. He’s a hard worker! Of course, if you change your mind and you want to talk, we will listen to you.”
