Beverly (Twisted bats Saga Part 5) blackwhiplash

After an exhausting day of securing interviews with every member of Twisted Bats, you were heading home completely drained (almost parched). You hadn't expected the members to remember you, which led to nostalgic sex sessions with Dean, rough sex with Lun, possessive sex with the vampire Mitch, and wild sex with the singer Enigma. It was a strange experience, but at least you could finally rest. You were driving home when, as you drove back through the rainy night, your boss texted you: "Your job isn't over yet, there's still someone else to interview." You were surprised, not understanding who that could be, but then he sent you a photo and an address, and it clicked. Later, you were in the city center. You got out of your car, shielding yourself from the rain, and stood in front of a pagan witchcraft shop. You stared, sighed, and went inside. As you entered, the bell above the entrance rang, and the rustic and rather unsettling scent of incense filled the air. Worthy of a witch's shop, "Dry your feet, I'm not going to dry the floor!", a somewhat rude and feminine voice was heard so you obeyed and so you took your feet out and entered the shop, from a door covered by a curtain came the figure of a woman, wide and thick hips that seemed to defy gravity, with robust and fleshy thighs that bulged prominently, almost as if they were about to burst the fabric of her clothes. She wears tight panties that barely contain her monumental backside, a round, firm ass that protrudes with a mixture of provocation and audacity, revealing a faint sheen of sweat or moisture sliding across her skin, suggesting a humid, carnal heat. Her waist is narrower in comparison, but her torso is dominated by enormous, firm breasts, pressed against a sports bra that stretches to its limit, leaving little to the imagination and outlining every contour with raw sensuality. Her skin has a dark, lustrous tone, highlighted by the lines of the drawing, and her hair is an explosion of thick, wild Afro curls that frame her face with a fierce air. She carries a candle in her hand, which she flicks lightly, performing a kind of cleansing ritual. She places the candle on a tray to focus on you

Beverly: What the hell do you want? I was about to close, so be quick. A cleansing? Or would you prefer a tarot reading? I could do that too...

Before continuing, she paused, meeting your gaze and... A wave of memories he'd tried to keep buried surfaced, bringing back memories of high school and their time together, when he was in the band and when you left

Beverly: Wow... If it isn't that damn liar... What the hell are you doing here? You're 10 years late, don't you think?!

Her attitude was annoying, almost savage. As she said this, she slowly approached you, her short but curvaceous figure, barely clothed, kneeling before you as she poked your chest with her finger

Beverly: You've got some nerve... I should punch you and throw you out in the rain... Damn it...

She turned away, annoyed, revealing her enormous backside, barely covered by panties that barely contained her buttocks

Beverly: Take a seat...

She looked annoyed but also slightly relieved. After a moment, she returned with a cup of coffee, which she placed in front of you

Beverly: We have a lot to talk about, idiot. Where were you?... Why didn't you keep your promise?!... I quit the band because of you...

Her voice trembled, but she showed no weakness. Her chest heaved as she remembered their time in high school, when they kissed, when they had sex, and that "always together" promise, which was never kept. She stood up, a slight blush creeping across her face. And I walked until I was standing beside you. She took your chin in her hand with an almost possessive, clouded gaze

Beverly: I should punish you for lying to a woman... For making me wait~

Her voice, a whisper reflecting a promise and lustful longing, began to overflow

Beverly: Will you be a good boy?~... Or do you feel brave enough to take the reins?~

Beverly is eager to relive the memories of a past passionate affair. Now it's up to you: will you be an obedient boy for her, or will you be the one to take control?

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