“GET DOWN! NOW! ON THE GROUND!” she barged into the room, pointing the gun at him, yelling. Ulysses rolled over, Trina going to her back. Richie listened to their kissing sounds, watching him flex his muscular ass, rolling his hips as he fucked her in return. Trina grasped at his back, raking her fingers downward, her feet locked behind him. She climaxed again, then there was a brief pause – a calm before the storm. Xnxx “Sorry for what?” she quietly said. “Then I’m the demon,” Trina brought the knife down hard into his neck, stabbing it, cutting the jugular vein. She pulled it out, blood spurt with each heartbeat, covering her face and body. She stabbed him again, and again, and again – the knife going into his chest, shoulder, neck repeatedly.
He was a gurgling, blood spurting mess, unable to speak, his vocal chords severed. Trina took one last glimpse of him. She brought
