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Lure and Murder. Starring Lexxi. Directed By JohnM

Lexxi was a pretty, edible, nymph. Briefly after high college, she moved close to one of her greatest mates in a petite school town. Here, she took some classes, lived in a smallish studio room, and attempted to do some modeling on the side. Tonight, she was getting prepped to go out to a local club with her acquaintance. She had a uber-cute sundress and underwear that she got to keep from her very first real photo-shoot. She was aroused.
But, her acquaintance called and canceled. She determined she would go anyway, rather then remain home and sense sorry for herself. She fell back onto her couch and pleasured herself, then got clad, putting on her lacy hooter-sling and ebony gloss pantyhose before completing with super-cute pumps. She was prepped to get successful tonight--she told herself.

Meantime, 2 brothers were initiating a plan that would hopefully get them some needed cash. The plan--have the junior step-brother cruise the club and bring home a rich lady for ransom.

When he returned, the gal was already strenuously under the effects of the drugs he slid into her guzzle. He was so proud of himself. She was lightly the best dame there and he figured, she had to have rich parents they way she was clothed. His brutha was not home, so he promptly worked on getting a tiny act before he returned.
On the bed, he sexually sexually abused her while she half protested, half let it happen. She did not entirely know up from down at this point. She truly just desired to go home. It was not until he commenced forcing her down on his pipe that she really embarked to funk.
Then, the aged bro stormed in and penniless it up. “Don’t pulverize with the merchandise”, he reminded his tiny brother. She was wanting out of there at this point, but he swiftly, to junior brothers protestations, hammer her down. Once unconscious, they got her on the bed, undressed her sundress off, then carried her off to the bedroom.
On the couch, they worked on securing her with handcuffs , restraints and ball gag. She might be there a while depending on how lengthy it took her rich parents to pay up.
She woke up and began protesting again, but he hopped up onto the sofa, sitting astride her and kneed her stiff in the face--she was unconscious again.

When he left the apartment to run an errand, the junior step-brother took total advantage of the situation. He spinned her over, caressed her humungous inborn boobs, rubbed her all over, frigged her cunny. She woke up again and pleaded and begged to be let go. He was about to penetrate her when his senior bro came in and crushed him out of the apartment.
Now, alone with her, he grilled her for info about her family. She claimed they were scanty, so he kept hammering her to get her to fess up. She was in tears and ache when he ultimately completed with her. He was sure she was saying the truth now so he called his youthfull brutha back in and told him he had one shot with her.

So, he made the finest of it, knowing her time would be brief. He frigged her and banged her every way and when he was done, left her curled up on the sofa in sweat and tears.

Afterwards, he came back, determined he dreamed one more thing from her. She pleaded to be let go and he promised he would if she would give him a indeed supreme fellatio and let him jizm in her gullet. She knew she had to. It was the only way she would get out of this alive. All she desired was to go home, leave her studio and school and stir back home with her family.
She spent the next a few minutes possibly providing the finest head of her life. At the end, he shot his molten, gooey explosion into her hatch. She ball-gagged on it and coughed and spat it out, then fell to the floor in a ball, utter of shame and ache.

Both brothers looked at her feeble, brutalized shape. Then, the old step-brother moved behind her with a strap, packaged it around her neck and spasmed her up onto the sofa. While he throttled her, his lil' brutha finger-tickled the nymph.

She bucked and punched, attempted to pull him off, attempted to punch someone, anyone. She bucked against his frigs, ravaging them with her gash while being smothered. Her gullet was broad, eyes broad too. Her tongue flogged out for air. There was none. The cord dug into her skin, her face crimson. She was going to die her, and she knew it.

After a while, her bod tired, grimacing, bucking, gams stretched as tiny brutha finger drilled her cock-squeezing torrid vagina. She wanked and grimaced, her gam muscles locked....then she relieved. Her figure was still. She was dead.
He flipped the dead lil' school chick off of him. He admired her good donk and was a bit envious that his bro got to tap that a few times. They rolled her back over, left, her opened up out on the couch, and went to get some dinner and set up a fresh plan.