I look at the little piece of flesh for a few seconds and toss it onto the floor. Her words are nothing to me. hardcore porn A pathetic, broken sound escapes from Fuki’s throat. Tick. Her struggles subside as the life starts to fade from her. “Spread your legs.”
Despite her sobs she dutifully spreads her legs and grabs onto her thighs with her arms. She sees it, realizes what’s coming and tries to crawl away. I go over to my murder bag and pull out my tools, and get to work. The playful coquette look is gone, replaced with fear. Her face is cute and small. But I’m going to make this one special. She screams again and her shoving becomes more frantic. Fuki’s tears never stop flowing throughout this new torture.
