"Kelly, you're about the biggest ho I ever met." Dylan snapped, pushing her aside. He was sitting on the couch watching soap operas on the WB when Kelly climbed on top of him and start grinding her ass in his lap.
"I dont get it Dylan!!" Kelly started to whine,
"I'll do ANYTHING for you! I love you! Why do you always push me away!!!" She continued..
"Kelly..." Dylan started..
"I'm trying to watch the tv, and besides, have you no fucking compassion? Do you not care what just happened yesterday? Is your heart that fucking cold that you dont care that I have a big fucking bloody hole in my hood and my engine smells like burnt dannyflesh everytime I kick it over? It's BOWLSHEYAT!" He screamed!
"I'm sorry.." Kelly started as she slid down his body in between his legs and got on her knees. Dylan brought his 40 Oz's to his lips and took a big ass swig. Dylan can take down whole 40's in one gulp. He used to do it at parties for kicks. No one can out drink Dylan. DYLAN IS THE FUCKING GOD OF BOOZE!!! YOU HEAR ME?
She began unzipping Dylans pants slowly, when his hand made its way down and brushed hers away.
"Dihh - LAAAHHNNNN" Kelly whined in a little girl voice..
"God SHUT UP!" Dylan retorted, turning the volume on the tv up.
"Go get me another 40 woman." Dylan commanded.
"Ok baby.. anything for you." Kelly said, standing up quickly on her 3 inch heels, her little velvet skirt riding her tight ass enough that you could see the outline of her thong flossing in between her tight little cheeks. Her little blonde pigtails bounced about as she made her way to the kitchen. She knew in the back of her head that if he got drunk enough she would be able to lay him tonight, but just HOW MUCH booze does it take to get Dylan FUCKED UP? She brought him 2 more 40's of OLD E.
"Here ya go sweetie!" She said, setting them on the table next to the couch. She sat next to Dylan and laid her head on his shoulder. Dylan quickly grabbed the 40's and took them both down in under a minute. He got up quickly and Kelly fell over on the couch. Dylan stood in front of the tv and took his pants off slowly. Kelly's eyes lit up and she began licking her lips... her legs parted a little.. dylan could see her little baby blue thong peeking out from in between those warm thighs. He let his pants fall to the ground, exposing his extremely large cock and balls that hung even lower. Kelly bit her lip and got a big smile on her face..
"WHO LET THE DOGGS OUT?!?" Dylan sang, letting his balls swing from side to side as he danced a little number while continuing to sing.
"WHOOO LET THA DOGGS OUT?!" He said, shakin his hips and brushing his hands through his vivacious young pompadour. Kelly stood up really quick, the lust disappearing from her eyes faster than a senator from a sleeping 10 year old's bedroom. She got up and tossed a discarded pair of filthy speedos at his crotch.
"You fucking faggot Dylan." She said, getting up and walking out the door to her 2k1 Corvette parked outside Dylan's prestigious 5 million dollar mansion. He quickly got up and ran after her. She turned and looked over her shoulder to see a raging drunk Dylan running as fast as he can towards her with an empty 40 raised above his head in a threatning manner, dripping malt liquor down his arm. She shreiked and began running as quickly as she could in her 3inch heels, her little pigtails and titties bouncing about as she screamed and tried to run, but alas just as she reached her keys and pushed the alarm button, making that annoying yet ever-so-familiar beep as the car unlocked, he hurled the bottle with all his might and as it exploded on the back of her head, shooting small pieces of glass and blood about the driveway, Dylan Jumped in the air with excitement, and quickly yanked his fist back to his side, squinting.
"YEEESSSSSSSS!" He shouted, Kelly laying in a puddle of blood next to her yellow Corvette. Dylan chuckled a bit as he looked down and noticed that he hadn't put his pants back on and his dong was flailing about wildly during this whole brutal murder. He took his dick and rubbed it across her bloody head a little then laughed and slapped her cheek with it as hard as he could.
"Fuckin slut. No one laughs at Dylan singing Baha Men with his genitals exposed. Dylan RULES! " He screamed! Throwing his fists up in the air.
"DYLAN RUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLESSSSSSSS!" He screamed! again as loud as he could. Spit and malt liquor drooling down his white armani sweater.
"GEEVES YOU FAT FUCK HELP ME MOVE THIS CARCASS!" Dylan shouted, looking around trying to spot his butler. He grabbed Kelly's corpse by the ankles and pulled her dead bloody body across the lawn. He noticed his cock banging against her heels as he hunched over and pulled which felt really annoying so he took them off, just then a small pudgy man in a black and white suit and a little white twirly moustache appeared.
"Time for another game of 'buttfuck basketball' my good sir?" The man asked, nose in the air.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP GEEVES!" Dylan screamed, throwing the heels at his face and knocked his moustache ajar.
"Yes siiiir!" The man replied, straightening his stache.
"NO TIME FOR THAT SHIT YOU FAGGOT!" Dylan shouted, slapping his hand away from his frumpled and uncurled stache.
"Yes sir," Geeves replied again. Dylan grabbed kelly by her little feet, her blood red toenails face up, almost matching the color of the sticky goo holding her hair in clumps on her head and dripping in a trail behind the body as the two dragged her up the driveway. Geeves opened the garage and they both pulled the body in. Dylan looked over the body for a while, noticing her small sexy feet, bright toenails, her long skinny legs, so soft and smooth.. her hips that curved just enough, her thong pulled tight in her pussy lips and completely visible underneath her skirt which was hiked up from being drug across the driveway and lawn, her little tits still perky under that tube top, and her mouth dropped open frozen in terror, and the look of horror in her eyes, and of course all the blood, filling the bathtub that her corpse lay in.
"Would you like a moment with the young lady sir?" Geeves asked, noticing Dylan's growing erection seeing as how he wasn't wearing any pants (Dont you ever fucking pay attention?) and turning his head away quickly, trying not to let Dylan catch him peeking at its massiveness.
"Yea.." Dylan said softly.. "Give me a couple minutes".
Geeves walked away and Dylan made his way closer to the tub. He knelt down next to it and noticed the large amounts of blood. His eyes traced over her body up and down a few times, before he began drawing closer to her legs. He closed his eyes and slowly.. ever soooooo slowly.. his tongue made its way from the bottom of her foot up across her little toes, and as the big toe slipped past Dylan's lips and into his mouth, he began sucking.