Through her coughing she yelped as my left hand grabbed her hair to roughly yank her head up, tilting her face up at me as I drew back my right arm. Expecting more sperm, Mary barely had time to whimper “No, not you too!” then closed her eyes at the close view of my oozing cock-head. My rampant cock drooled a clear long strand of pre-cum across her blouse covered belly as I bent forwards, my left hand shoving her chin up and back, arching her neck across the back of the couch. It was not just the physical sensations, I knew what I was doing to Mary had ended her life and the power of that was overwhelming. Read 4515 times |
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Snuff- Knife
Mary was coughing and choking, runny blood streaked drool, gooey white cum and sticky strands of mucus coating her chin and staining her blouse, some of it dripping off her heaving chest to the floor. Mary’s throat was still tight around my very sensitive knob, but there was a sense of slackness from the lack of even twitching that told me she was dead. Mary’s head fell back across the upper back of the couch, arching her neck back again to fountain blood.
