Every time you see her and she says hi or giggles, it drives you crazy. xnx She is lying on her couch in her living room. She hears the jingle of your belt buckle as you undo it. She kicks frantically and screams for help, but her cries are muffled under the rag. “Let me go!” she yelps again, “Who are these men?! You knew what you were doing. You lift your belt and whip her ass again, and it cuts right through her warm skin again. She bites her bottom lip. Sure, she would have to be your personal fuck toy forever, but it would better than being sliced into lifeless ribbons right now. Your hands tighten the lace noose around her neck. Wouldn’t it be more fun to fuck me when I am pretty?
