Peachy Keen Films-Golden Poetry

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Starring. Karina Jamie Story

In the 3rd tale of the Poetry Sexy, his target is a mob boss's pretty youthfull wifey. A poem she received is a warning of her untimely demise. She hires an assassin of her own to outwit the uber-sexy. After conversing about their plan to have the assassin paint herself gold as the poem suggests, they spend some quality time together. Once decorated in gold from head to toe, the lady assassin glides under the sheet to await the sumptuous while the would be marionette lurks in the douche to see his pending demise.

The cool arrives, quiet as always and is confronted by the gold assassin. At her grace he waits for her to make a fatal error and then he takes her with a slip-knot garrote. Holding her upright, at times off the floor he virtually ***** her from the garrote. Her eyes erection out -- set apart from the shimmery gold paint. Her tongue canes out for air, but there is no air to be found. While she is intense she elbows him in the ribs many times, but he stands rock hard, a fidelity to his job -- to conclude his task. However she is feeble and sagging now, he does not let up for a moment -- sweat pouring down his face, now facialed with gold as well. When she is still, he throws her face very first on the sofa.

He turns to find the youthful mob wifey seeing him. She boldly appears from the douche and propositions him for her life. He may take her up on it, at least for the moment, but when she reaches for the assassin's .25, he loops the string around her neck, convulsing her upright as it tightens -- her air is gone. Her knees are resting on the brim of the couch and she is upright, but with him behind her she cannot get leverage, nor fall forth or back. She is confined upright by his improvised noose. Her eyes tell the story of hopeless sadness -- she knows she is not going to live. He, of course, is fairly sure, certain in his capability to kill this youthful doll and accomplish the job he was paid to do.

When she is ultimately still after a lengthy battle, he throws her forth on the sofa. He toughly turns her over, grasps a fast guzzle, and admires his work. He is weakened, but as he leaves, he longs for the next kill. Who will it be?