After a couple of minutes my breathing had slowed and the shaking had stopped, my gaze again looking down from her face to the rest of her body.Goodbye fuck, or necrophilia?:
I was distracted by a throb from my groin and suddenly realized I was not completely done with Pamela. Indian porn sex I twisted the knife back and forth before pulling it out, leaving a ragged wound in her neck. Pamela thrashed violently, her bloody hands again clutching at her torn throat, her legs kicking and her whole fat body shaking and rippling. I was punching the stabs into Pamela so rapidly I was shouting one word per thrusts. I was crying, but neither sad nor happy. Pamela struggled frantically on the bed, her hands pawing at the gaping wound in her throat. The tension deep in my groin was building quickly, pre-cum leaking into the blood on her cleavage, the shifting pressure of my riding body shaking Pamela’s head a little. It was like a scene out of some horror-porn movie, my purple-swollen glans repeatedly pushing my view towards her lifeless, staring face.
