Peachy Keen Films-The Hogtie Killer IX
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He had just murder Crowley's junior sista a few weeks ago and was staking out Crowley's last known address expecting for some act. Today, he would get some.
She got the call to go check Crowley's senior room...that a calm alarm had been triggered. She was Crowley's playmate shortly, but when her kid sista got murdered, Crowley was hell arched on finding the gorgeous and ran off. She was left to observe the place--watch for signs of the bastard.
She ambled thru her place. It was dark--quiet. Then, out of nowhere he came, tossing her down, then picking her up by the facehole and tossing her on the table. Sitting astride her, he gasped her. She clawed, struggled stiff, but he had the upper forearm and she went out.
He picked her up and carried her to the couch.
Once she was trussed up great, he woke her. She was resistant, so he hammer her until she was more whimperly--like he luved them. She still would not chat. So, he pulled out his buddy Mr. Tazer and worked her over. She would not break and ultimately she went out.
He cut off tee-shirt and trousers, the woke her up with some cold water. She would not converse....the lil' whore. He zapped her some more, eyeing her bod contraction and jiggle--a glorious website. He was in it for the agony now---though his quest mattered still, he enjoyed the process, the *******--the kill. He could not wait to drill this tiny tart and end her briefly after.
He worked her over until she was out again. And again, he used the water to wake her up. He cut off her brassiere and underpants. He zapped her some more and when that did not work, he embarked smashing her with his thumbs. She was **********, but still would not chat. So, he got the knife. It was a ultra-cute knife--sharp. He demonstrated it too her, ran it down her. When he threatened to penetrate her with it, she moneyless..blasted the joy buttons.
The information was worthless. No matter--he would use her instead.
He untied her, handcuffed her, then ****** her to deepthroat his pink cigar. Forcefully, spasming on her hair, making her spit and gag. When that was done he put her on the couch and plumbed her doggy-style fashion for a fine while. Then, he rolled her over and plowed her missionary until he came up inwards her. What ***********--leaving his spooge trickling out of her snatch.
Afterward, he had her hog tied. He told her, as he always did, to give him a fine Blowjob and he would let her live. She of course did--why wouldn't she for a opportunity at life?
She inhaled him off until he creamed all over her face. Now, he was prepared to accomplish her. As she was praying to go, he took the cable and dangled it around her neck, looping it thru her gam confines, creating uber-cute leverage and pulled.
She fought as greatest she could in the frogtie, but had not air, her face crimson, tongue out, eyes clever. She wiggled and tense for a excellent lengthy time, but leisurely, ever so leisurely, she lost her power and finally her will. She leisurely went to nothing--still--dead. He unbuckled the bind and flopped her over, stretched her gams, gripped his stuff and left. Another marionette of the Hog-tie Killer.