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Penance 2. Starring. Brandy Alexander with Raven Alexis. Directed By JohnM

Jenny was filling. She had to catch a flat and she had a bunch on her mind. The phone rang. It was Raven with fine news. She just completed wiring the money they stole to an off shore bank. Raven and Jenny were buddies since collage. The worked for the same boy. Jenny was his paramour, but only used it to her advantage to take the bastards money. In truth, Jenny and Raven were paramours and now, they would be together and be rich. They each had separate flights to catch before they could meet up and ultimately be blessed together. They said their goodbyes.

She was weary now, and fell into a nap. Meantime, Raven’s luck had run out. A fellow, arrived, strike her, tormented her and eventually got her to puddle some info. The info was about Jenny. He called his counterpart who was waiting for directives. Go wait outside Jenny’s room he told the stud. And the guy did as he was told, expecting that this waiting game would become actionable. He luved his job. Outside Jenny’s room he received the call. Raven was dead, it was a “go” on Jenny.

In her room, Jenny awoke and remembered she was cramming, then needed to get prepared and leave briefly. She groggily stood up and attended to her travel bag, unsuspecting that a fat dude was approaching her.

He captured her toughly and savagely, sticking her head into a iron post with a clank. She went down and he did not let up. For a few minutes he hit the holy screw out of her. He plowed her face, belly and jugs with his metal knuckle. He spanked her, hammer her, kneed her, pulled her hair, crushed her. He would not let up until she was a crimson and purple perky, bleeding dirt. She attempted to crawl away and he punched her stiff, dragged her back, the tazored her until she was nearly unconscious.

Now they were in her bedroom. Time for the joy to start. He picked her crumpled figure up on the sofa, then tazored her some more.

For the next lengthy while, he spent time tantalizing her, striking her some more. He pressed on her scars. Over and over after a series of excruciating acts he would ask her for the name of the bank, the code and the password. She would not tell him. He continued to work on her.

Over time, he unclothed off her clothes--all but her garter, stocking and high-heeled shoes. He sexually rubbed her over and over, wringing her damaged globes and finger-tickling her cock-squeezing cunt.

He continued to intermittently tazor her. He handcuffed her gams. Then he handcuffed one palm, put in thru the gams handcuffs and handcuffed it to the other hand--making a hog bind. He put a ball gag in her throat.

He continued to onslaught and razor her, then ask for the info. Eventually, after a lengthy time, he perceived he had not other options and took out his gun, leveled it at her. He was planning to kill her if she did not chat instantly. And, she did. He most likely could have used that method at very first, but, whats’s the joy in that.

Now that he had the info, he had no use for her. He had told her Raven was dead and was confident she believed he would kill her. And, he planned to. But, she did not have to believe that just yet. So he gave her expect as he took out his man-meat. She did not want to, but knowing that she would live if she did helped her motivation.

He pushed his manmeat in her throat, then face penetrated her until she could not take it anymore. He harshly spinned her over, liquidated her high-heeled slippers, the pummeled her doggystyle. After a brief time, he rolled her on her back and banged her some more--the chick was so cock-squeezing. When he was prepared to jizz, he pulled out and let it liberate on her lips. She was abased with his spunk all over her hatch, some if it trickling inside--she could taste it and she was sick.

Now she sat, hammer and broken on the brim of the sofa, not looking at him behind her. She was attempting to gather herself up. She had survived it---maybe Raven was not so fortunate. She was prepped to sob.

The cord came all of a sudden around her neck. She realized he was throttling her and she struggled as firm as she could using all the force left in her.

The garrote dug deep in her neck and her bod bucked and gams flapped. She attempted to struggle, twisting and turning. At one point, he let her go, just to plow with her. She thought she was free, heading to the door, but he had her in an immediate and she know it was over.

Her intensity almost gone, she looked beyond her death, past the ceiling, attempting to watch Ravens face, but it was all fading so quick.

He could watch death approaching and that made him erect up even more underneath her. She was a superb, good kill, for a lengthy job well done. The gratification as he observed her shiver and dollar, her eyes broad and gawping with her jaws open, was inexplainable.

When she was still, he hoisted her up and climbed out from beneath the dead lady, letting her flop to the sofa.

As she gazed, lifeless and cracked, he gathered up his belongings and evidence, then left.