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Nude pic of nurse: delicious shit-chute, the sight of her gaping mouth--a black, suffering, moaning, wailing hole of agony in the encrusted mask of semen on her face. Tears, he saw, had washed the cum from her temples. Fucking her so relentlessly now that her body lurched with his every bone-jolting stroke, Smith brought the whip down once more on her welted, empurpled breasts. Finally he tossed it aside. His nuts began contracting and spasming with the first tremors of orgasm. Smith pulled out of the girl's ravaged ass just as his climax racked his body with coursing tremors of joy. His spooge shot in a high, slow-motion arc before splashing on Holly's face, trailing a long rope of jism that snaked over her chin, between her lacerated breasts, and down the white skin of her torso. He aimed his spurting rod at the girl's battered cunt, then splashed hot oysters of spunk on the distended rim of her crap canal. When the fountain was exhausted, he grabbed the girl's knife and knelt beside her weeping face. "Why you dirty, nasty bitch," he said. "Look at the mess you've made of my pecker. |
Clean it off, cunt, before I lose my temper."
The girl offered no argument, no resistance; there was no need to threaten her with the
knife. The human body can take only so much pain and degradation, Smith knew, before the will
breaks down completely, and even slavery is preferable to the exertion required to resist. He saw
with delight that Holly had reached that stage. She opened her mouth dumbly, and began to lick
and suck the accumulated jizz, blood, and shit off his cock. He made sure she got it spotless.
"Good girl," he said. "Good bitch."
Smith cut the ropes that held his victim's legs. Then, after drinking and splashing water on
his face and body at a laundry sink, Smith checked the clock on the wall. Still almost two hours
before his would-be assassin arrived. There was time for one more round of fun, he decided.