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Exterminating Lara Croft. Starring Stella Cox. Directed by JohnM

Lara Croft has been in some harsh situations before, but this may be the worst. Trussed to a stool, a brutish boy spanks her around, requesting that she tell him the location of a sacred artifact. Each time she turns down, he bashes her again, the power of the deep-throat snapping her head around and causing her huge bumpers to wiggle. Flapping his gun in her face, he proceeds to menace and intimidate, leering obscenely at her extraordinaire bosom and lengthy, slick gams. Pulling out his hard lollipop, he tells her that the only way she will get through is if she deepthroats his manhood. At very first, she is overwhelmed by his obscene request, but before she knows it, he has gripped a fistful of her hair and pushes his pulsating pillar down her jaws. Fearful that he will make superb on his threat, she tries to deepthroat and eat at the huge slab of meat, but he continues to skull poke her. The head of his manstick repeatedly crushes the back of her jaws, causing her to gag and gasp, choking for air and spit spilling out of her gullet, making her chin and pecs sleek with slobber. Abruptly, she perceives his dick get larger even tighter and then pulse as it pumps blast after geyser of salty, slippery jism into her facehole. Her face ravages up in revulsion, but, even as she sputters and drools, the fellow kicks her unconscious.

When she wakes, she is still trussed, but now lies on a muddy mattress, her cut-offs gone, her cooter revealed and defenseless. Looking around, desperate to escape, the guy comebacks before she can even stand. He gloats, displaying her the artifact he has controlled to obtain, even sans her help. Once more pulling his enormous pink cigar out, he hops upon her, prying her gams apart and forcing himself inwards of her taut slit. He nails her fiercely, tossing her this way and that, ramming deep inwards her, while she is vulnerable to do lil' more than sob out and whine at her harsh approach. Picking her up off the mattress, he leans her over, on top of a nearby table and, digging his frigs into the mushy, chubby erect of her thighs, plows into her violently, while she pleads incoherently, dazed by her excruciating disturbance. At last, he tires of her miserable sobs and, positioning his gun to her head, blows her brains out. Muffle goes after the echo of gunfire, and the stud proceeds to tear up into her snug muff. He shifts her over, gutless gams flopping to either side of his bod as he submerges himself deeper inwards her, a pool of blood leaking from her head wound, matting her hair with viscous trickle. He pulls out at the moment of his let out, adorning her plane stomach with a frosting of slime. Ambling away with his precious artifact, he leaves Miss CroftТs penetrated corpse in the squalid chamber, uncovered and bashed, never to be found.