The door swung open, and Xiao Shi froze. The cot groaned under the weight of two bodies—MeiMei, his wife, was riding a black tomcat hard, their pussy glaring wet and glossy, spreading wide over his monster cock. The air smelled of silk and lube, mixed with her gutter moans. She cried out, "Ahhh, fuck, fill this cheap hole!" He dark skin glistened, heavy juice dribbling down his tip.

The black stud read spitting in sync, lips bleeding, eyes locked on the trio she wanted. Xiao Shi felt rage slit his veins: his hands empty gut, but his belt held steel. He slid out his pistol—barely aimed before the crack split the room. Bleached white flesh kicked under the tomcat's back arch as bullet ripped open his lung. Sky faded; time stopped when the wolf wheezed mute against the floor. A gurgle then nothing.

MeiMei's wide eyes flicked to her dead lover. Without thought, Xiao Shi drove the second round into the part that betrayed him—her own hot honey pot. The blow drove big gapings skin tore wide, lips splayed, leaking dark blood. She screamed, cross-eyed, as he shoved off his zipper, pulling out his thick ten-incher, still raging from sight, slippery-wet in his tight palm. He didn't fuck—he raped her standing mutilated body as pulse machines clashed together, prying open her bullet wound. "This is your last cunt, you bitch!"

Propelling her onto the mattress, he climbed the ruin, slamming his shaft past vis