Peachy Keen Films-Dating Game 3

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The Dating Game 3. Starring Carter Cruise. Directed By JohnM

The game was nearing an end. That rosy pucker, Mr. Rosy went off procedure and got one of the finest vids of a kill so far. He was not penalized. Mr. Green needed this win, and he thought his plan, would be the hottest of them all.

He had been truly dating this nymph for Two weeks now. They had been rendezvous at the coffee how, getting to know each other. He was taking a page from that book that all the married housewives and closet romantics are into are into---shads of grey or something. It was an acting job for sure. He had to pretend to be kind and tender, with a hint---just a hint of a dark side to get this harmless lil' mega-slut interested.

It worked. Tonight, she was at his place and humid inbetween the gams for him. She was well-prepped to go to his dark place. What she didn't know is, what she thought would be nasty joy, was going to be so much more.

She was hung by her wrists. It is apparently visible that he had been working her over for sometime. She was perspiring. She had flog and other marks on her figure.

But he was not done. Oh no. He was just getting commenced. With the cameras flipping, this challenge was on and he was sure to come out a winner.

More kicking and beating---watching her pray beneath her ball gag---bleeding now. She was so messed up, but he made him want her more. But he still had more work to do. He used the trouser snake on her to supreme effect. Nearly knocked her out. That would not do. So, he changed to the cattle prod for some electrified joy. She hated it of course, but he savored the reactions for the impulses he was providing her.

Now, he switched it up again. Throwing a mattress down, he banged by force her. He smashed her taut snatch for a supreme while. She shrieked and prayed thru her gag. She was sobbing the entire time.

But, he would be running out of gauze briefly and needed to end this vid so he could get it entered by the midnight deadline.

Time to kill her.

He packaged the cable rigidly around her neck. At very first, he was tease--he would cinch the cable taut, watch---feel the strength of her figure stressfull and fight, then pull out the pressure. He did this a few times, terrorizing her beyond belief. But, he got weakened of the game. It was time for her to die now. Her entire sweat-soaked assets twitched and crushed. She went on for a while, a fine struggle in her. She spitted a bit, her gams and muscles would tighten and wiggle. He kept it cock-squeezing until she was no longer moving.

A bonus time now. Most of the other contestants had done this. Some unwillingly. Some, because they wished to. He absolutely dreamed to. He opened up her lets and let his schlong glide into the gals still cock-squeezing cunt. She was warm--yet dead. It was a conflicting situation, but it also made it even more strong. She was alive moments ago and he was banging her. Now she was not alive--and he was penetrating her again. The difference, he noted, was that when she was dead---there was much less noise, much less resistance. He could go rock-hard and deep--like before, but he found he actually luved this super-bitch dead a lil' more.

He kept screwing her until he bust. He then made his way out, seizing his camera and off to the droplet off cell, leaving her dead and cooling on the mattress in the deserted mansion to be found by the rats.