The pressure in my groin was building slowly enough I was able to keep fucking Rose as her screams more and more became moans, what was left of her cunt gripping and rippling on my veined shaft, the leaking tip of my glans ramming her cervix at the top of the tight little pocket of uncut cunt-flesh. Amateur porn I had infected, used, and murdered enough women the authorities would be becoming aware of me. Rose’s frustrated words at my stopping the finger fucking cut off suddenly when she felt the sharp cold metal at her navel, her head popping up with her half-closed eyes opening wide. Rose’s eyes were red, with a tired and haunted look in them. In the grip of the forced arousal she was getting close to release quickly, begging helplessly. That nipple was a ragged wound of tooth marks and raw barely healing flesh, with a serum crusted ragged hole where my teeth had torn away a piece of her areola. Choking gasps coughed up a froth of some of the blood spilling into her throat as I used the knife hilt for a handle, keeping me pulled up on her torso when my balls clenched and the first thick spurt of cum flooded her spasming, torn guts.
