It was amazing, beyond anything else he'd ever experienced. With her final spark of life, the instructor smiled. Still holding his wrist, she caressed him, fingers forming a loose circle that held his hand in place. Her lids drooped slowly, not quite covering her pupils as awareness flickered, then died within her eyes. He kept holding, still riding his climax while her pulse faded, faded... Cum dripped out of the corpse he was holding up, oozing out of her red, abused slit, sliding in sticky globs down her thigh. One limp leg was hooked over his shoulder, the other dangling from the hip he supported in one hand. Still warm, the instructor looked almost peaceful as he let go of her body, watching it slide off his cock and slump bonelessly black onto her yoga mat. The imprint of his hand had been crushed into her throat, heavy bruising and divots in the skin marking the shapes of his fingers. He'd heard of murder before. Knew it was what he had done. Yet, like Hardcore the word 'pretty', was murder something that could really be applied to a man? Guy was not like the women who stabbed one another over petty problems, killed one another in quarrels. He was special, rare and prized, privileged in ways unique to his tight sex. No court would ever convict him of anything. Beyond that, something about that had blowjob felt... right. Always he'd heard men described as brutal, dangerous. Why would they have such a reputation, if this was not the sort of thing that a man might do? Even considering all that, all the arguments he could use to excuse himself if needed, there seemed to him to be one overriding, all-important factor. She had wanted it. Nothing could have been more clear to him. He'd given her interracial a chance to live, to keep breathing. If she'd used that final touch to push his hand away, he would have let her go. The girls will stay in the order of their drawn numbers for both rounds because we want you to be sure of your choices. You accompany Brad as he carries his lovely wife for the last blowjob time and direct him to the open casket in the viewing room where Michelle will "lay a corpse". No men present, except for me. And there was a very festive spirit throughout the facility. So whatever he shot up inside me was probably even more Hardcore than all this.” And, just in case you were wondering, it wasn't until after I had finished crying black on my bed that Sunday afternoon that I finally took off my wet, gooey panties--which turned out to be a fairly-painful and unpleasant experience, since the crotch-panel of those interracial panties was literally sperm-glued to various tight parts of my hairy pussy. “You feel so good.” I groan as Becca takes my cock in her mouth. As there is nothing more that now I can object to as I already had his whole dick in his mouth earlier ,I simply took my pink beautiful tongue out I licked tip of his penis . She was as skilled a fighter as Sven. September 26th, 2021 ” said the North Korean man, kicking her in the face for good measure.