Peachy Keen Films-Happy Valentines Death

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Happy Valentines Death. Starring Janice. Directed by JohnM

A bare chick prances thru her room, lighting candles, getting prepped for her appointment. When she comes back into the apartment, Stewart is already sitting in the couch, holding some introduces for her. She is flattered, but a tiny unnerved by his unannounced entry. She excuses herself to go complete getting clothed and Stewart sits on the couch and fantasizes.

His wish begins out enjoyable. He is with Janice and they are making enjoy. She is truly fine too and he is lovin’ every minute of it. Then, partway thru he commences to squash her neck--and she enjoys it. So, he keeps wringing her neck over and over while he romps her. She is truly getting into her. Her face turns crimson and her veins pop out, but most of all, when he wrings her neck, her poon gets indeed cock-squeezing around his pecker. Then, they switch postures, and she is railing his pecker. All of a unexpected, he wraps a garrote around her neck. The mood of the wish heads dark. He throttles her until she is dead, and he keeps boning her, all the while knowing he killed her and that is what made him the most sexually aroused.

Abruptly he snapped out of his fantasize. Janice was attempting to converse to him. He was caked in sweat and her scanty hairy man teddy. He let go as she sat down beside him. "We need to chat", she said. He knew it was over. He always seemed to creep the ladies out.

But this time, something in him snapped, and he just acted on impulse. He lunged at Janice and commenced strangling her. She struggled and kneed firmer then he had imagined it would be like. Then, she takes hold of his ball-sac. Instead of collapsing in a ball of agony, he crushed her in the head. Then he grappled with her, attempting to get a garrote he found around her neck. She moneyless free, but he seized her gams and pulled her reluctantly to him. Then he had her, the garrote around her neck, and he pulled with all his intensity.

The strap dug cock-squeezing into her skin. Just like the fantasy, her face revved crimson and her veins popped out. She made all sorts of expressions as she was attempting to breath, but no air was getting in. She grasped and swipped at him, but he was decided to kill her.

Her high-heeled shoes dug into the carpet, her thighs bucked, she yanked and milked like insatiable. Over time she got weaker. It took a lengthy lengthy time for her to does, but right as she did, she urinated a tiny on the carpet.

She was dead. He took the garrote off, the marks on her neck representing where it had been. He elevated her on the couch, unclothed off her underpants and loved her raw cooter. Then he posed her, bending her over the end of the sofa and unclothing off some of her clothes. He took off her high-heeled slippers, then boinked her---her head off the sofa bobbing in death.

He got up and came on her hatch, then as all of a sudden as he displayed up, he was gone, nearly like a fantasy. But this was no wish. Janice was indeed dead. Her cum-soaked face gawping at the ceiling. Her figure barely on and off the sofa--violated. As the moments past, gravity took effect and her bod fell to the floor with a thunk of her head.