The cop opens the door to blowjob the bedroom which is lightly ajar and almost gags. The sight Hardcore in front of him, lit up by his torch beam, is a nightmare. On the bed, a man lies naked, tied to the bedpost. His chest has been split in the centre. His doggystyle right nipple gouged out. His throat is slit and he has been sliced open at the collar bone. The bed is soaked with blood and it is dripping on to the floor. Outside, she tells amateur the second cop how he cut her with pov his switch-blade. And how he held her down and raped her. The second cop shouts out in Swedish to the first about the switchblade. He hadn’t seen the body. And he warns his partner that the rapist might still be in the house. She is sitting on the armchair now with the cop next to her. He looks up to see the deathly pale face of his partner. She hears him say something about someone being dead. The two cops move back to the bedroom and she gets up to follow. The second cop tells her to stay back. But she follows them anyway. When she looks in she can’t believe what she sees. The crisscrossing of the torch beams reveal a lot of blood. Could she have bled so much and still survived. She takes a step back and lets the blanket & jacket fall off her. She looks down at herself, all covered in blood. She knows she was cut but there was no line between her breasts. No nick under her collar bone, nor was her throat cut. How did all that blood come to be on her? And then she sees him. And she faints. Rick has got his pants zipper pulled down too, with his bare erect dick popped out of the front of the "V"-shaped opening. As he was still slowly entering me I turned around and I felt like my soul left my body when I saw he still had 3 or 4 inches left! No one would ever guess that in her ten years of marriage that the handsome bus driver was only one of several dozen men to sample her charms. Nice to see you again, hope that school has gone well for you this past year.” Violet gets up and shakes my hand, pov as if we didn’t know each other well at all. He closed his eyes and amateur placed his hands upon his head as I knelt down before him and casually hooked my fingers in the waistband of blowjob his trousers and underpants before whipping them down to his ankles. “Morgan…,” he groaned, watching her ass wiggle in the air as she suckled them. Scout, the boxer-pit bull mix his wife and daughter had insisted they adopt, had disappeared this afternoon, less doggystyle than forty eight hours since the Hardcore papers had been signed. “If you say so,” he said, inspecting the part with a blank expression on his face. An artery in his esophagus had ruptured from the stress. The sharp scent of the wood in her face, Cindy’s eyes go wide. That juicy, taboo snatch was only a few inches away. My love.