Nurse hardcore sex : "You filthy BITCH!!" he shouted, drawing back. "All messy AGAIN!!" His tough,

calloused palm connected with sharp wet WHACK!! on the girl's cheek. "Now I've got to clean

you OFF!!"

WHACK!! SPLAT!! WHACK!! WHACK!! Using both hands in turn, Smith gleefully

slapped the bitch's face clean of cum. She staggered under his blows, but of course could not fall

over, her hair securely fastened by the rope. When she had passed out, Smith stepped back to

admire his handiwork. Holly dangled there by her hair, a thin stream of blood flowing from her

mouth and dribbling on to her chest. Smith felt his heart pounding like a great bass drum, and felt

something warm splash on his abdomen. Looking down, he saw with amazement that this latest

act of brutality had inspired his scrotum to new marvels: pre-cum was not merely flowing, but

literally SPURTING out of his shaft, clear sticky jets that shot inches out of his cock. His nut-

sack was boiling, his balls furiously churning out new reservoirs of cum, and his body trembled

with god-like potency. He felt as if a cardiac syringe full of pure cocaine had been thrust into his

chest.

But he was not a necrophile. There was no fun in ravaging an unconscious slut. Looking

around wildly, he saw Holly's prison-guard cap lying on the floor. He carried it to the tap and

filled it with ice-cold water, which he then poured slowly down her spine.

"Mmph! Ah!" The girl's feet kicked and staggered on the floor as she regained

consciousness and found her footing. Opening her bloodshot, defeated eyes, she saw Smith

standing before her.