The female came over, but it seemed the male cameraman did not want to be so close to this muscular killer, even as he dutifully recorded a live act of homosexuality. “Well, it means this will have to be a quickie.” Tanner gestured for the camera man and his female assistant to come over. Meanwhile, Carl slowly nodded at the question, while some of the other camera and sound crew members looked towards the stud, unsure if anyone would survive. Tanner first checked himself for wounds, before getting back to the studio, emerging from a grayish could. Being stimulated by Carl’s mouth and tongue made him groan loudly, breaking the kiss, before he latched on the blonde’s right nipple. He was already leaking precum so he lived himself with that before pushing into the host’s quivering ass. Wasting little time, he turned the show host around, penetrating him; much to the latter’s delight. “Fuck yeah! Tanner saw his opportunity and ran out, the rolling camera stand covering his attack. He thrust hard from the get-go, enjoying her muffled moans. By crossing his legs at the calves behind the cameraman’s neck, the stud sentenced him to death, as well.
