Peachy Keen Films-Rookie Mistake

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Rookie Mistake. Starring Melissa Moore. Directed by JohnM

We open with a tragic episode in which a cool nymph lays deceased and opened up eagle on a couch. With her pantyhose and high-heeled shoes still on, her coochie and facehole are humid after apparent latest use, a run in rivulets of jizz still on the mattress near her head. Police radios in the background chatter.

Five Hours Earlier.

Melissa is just getting prepped for her shift. The magnificent and slim sunburn skinned queen stands before her mirror applying her make-up. She luvs how she looks bare and so do we. Time to get well-prepped for work, she pulls on some lacy suntan tights, a milky lacy panty, a pallid lacy brassiere, before pulling on her fantastic high-waisted miniskirt, a milky half-shirt and her mind-blowing high-heeled slippers. As she takes one last check, she suspends her glistening gold police badge from her neck.

A gal has gone missing and she is on the case. She is kicking off her investigation with Mr. John, a shady mettle who lives in the realm where the gal was last seen. Mr. John is cordial and tempting. He permits the super-sexy officer to peruse his mansion. She does a sweep of the apartments before stopping in her tracks in the lower floor of the palace where a discarded heel lays on the living apartment floor.

Before officer Melissa can ask where the boot came from, Mr. John takes his belt off and swiftly wraps it around her neck and hauls her to the floor. We rejoin Mr. Johns fresh marionette in a bedroom where he uses his belt to manage her. He aggressively pushes her head onto his fuckpole all the way to the base of his ball ball-sac. She gags and slobbers as the air being cut off from her lungs depletes her. Mr. John throws her to the floor where she is left to choke for air.

Officer Melissa wakes up on the couch in the same apartment to Mr. John unzipping and eliminating her clothes. He cords her nude assets to the couch posts with a pair of nylon stocking, unlikely bonds for the feeble newbie officer to break, and puts his belt around her neck in an action of breath have fun, he plays a game where he cuts off her sighing, only providing her chokes every now and then. Mr. John commences pushing his rod to the back of her mouth again making her gag until she passes out from lack of air, her bony assets slumps against the sofa, spit cascading out of her open gullet.

Transferred out on the sofa, Mr. John uses the moment to investigate her bod. He gobbles her tangy gash and massages the nymph before pulling her palms down to his hard-on. He uses them to stroke himself, her gentle will-less frigs slide over his stiffy and ball sack.

Standing on the couch, Mr. John determines its time to wake his prey up. He grips her head and compels his pecker down her jaws cutting off her shallow and feeble sighing causing her to open her eyes only to observe the ongoing horror in conclude futile indefence. He lays her back on the sofa and embarks tearing up her firm, penetrating her lil' slit. All she can do is take it and plead for her unleash.

The exhilarate of nailing her gets so heavy Mr. John wraps a nylon around her neck. he pulls stiffer and firmer as she collapses toward the couch. The last bit of life escapes her as Mr. John pulls out and plays with his now lifeless gimp. He munches her vulva before moving down her hips and to her soles. He plunges his lollipop back inwards her and drills her on her side before moving down and boning her soles. Near well-prepped to gargle he pokes her cooch some more before depositing his fountain in her facehole. As he poses her on the sofa, her head tilts to the side and the jism pours out from her lips onto the cushion. Her lightless eyes gawp off into eternity.