Peachy Keen Films – Good Wife Gone

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: Ever since Eric got married, he’s been living the good life. We can all see why he married Marilyn; a buxom blonde with a great ass and marvelous tits, who also is the bread winner. It’s perfect. Or, it was, at least. When she comes home from a hard day at work to find Eric on the couch, jerking off and eating cookies, she flies off the handle. That’s alright though, because Eric knows the secret to a happy marriage. A magic watch that can stop time. Freezing his wife in mid-tirade, he has fun posing her for a bit, before hiking her skirt up and sliding her panties down to her ankles, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Can anyone blame him? Coming home in that little black skirt, with her sexy thigh high stockings, I’m surprised he didn’t jump her bones the moment she walked in.

She gets so frustrated when he pulls this shit, but what can she do? The minute she starts to shout at him, she finds herself on her back, legs spread wide, with his face buried in her pussy, lapping at her tasty bits. Or maybe completely naked, on all fours, with him tongue-punching her puckered starfish. It’s only a matter of time before he shoves his fat erection into her tight snatch. Grabbing her sensuous, curvy hips, he plows her from behind, her massive breasts jiggling with each thrust. Pushing her flat on her back, he fucks her on the couch, enjoying the way the hot, wet walls of her cunt grip his thickness. Until he unfreezes her, of course, and then she yells again, appalled to find herself once more being ridden like a circus pony.

Thinking that he’s had his fun for the day, he tries to conceive of an appropriate ending to such a wonderful fuck session. Then it hits him; he’s going to cum all over her. In preparation for his glorious eruption, he places delicious cookies on his hot wife. Are those chakra points? Aiming his throbbing shaft at her, he wanks furiously, emptying a sackload of ball juice onto her sexy body. Tits, abdomen, even the couch. He really spreads his love around. Time to unfreeze the wifey, and she awakens to find cookies on her and a sticky, gooey mess all down the front of her. This is the final straw for her and she yells again, this time for a divorce. Eric can’t tolerate that and he wraps his hands around her soft and vulnerable neck, squeezing the life from her. She fights with a fury, legs kicking, arms flailing, but he is just so much stronger than her. Soon, her efforts weaken, eyes going glassy as the life flees her body. As Eric walks off, to decide what to do next, his wife’s naked corpse cools on the couch, decorated in cookie crumbs and crusty sperm.

Fetish Elements: Explicit Sexual Content, Timestop, Stripping, Thigh-Highs, Nudity, Handjob, Blowjob, Sex, Pussy Licking, Ass Licking, Cumshot, Posing, Hand Strangling, Body Play, Body Views, Nylon-Clad Feet Views.

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Peachy Keen Films – Double-Cross – Sexy Spy Strangled

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: She was on the phone with her boss. An encrypted call. She assured him the transfer would go as planned. 8pm. Then, she would “take care of the mark”. She smiled at the thought. It was the part of her job she enjoyed most.

Later, she sat on the couch, loading up her purse for the short drive to the meeting. Keys, laser cutting watch, poisoned tipped knife, 9mm with armor piercing hollow point round in a 15 clip mag…..the normal stuff a girl carries.

She opened the door and Igor burst in, first grabbing her lethal purse, tossing it away from her. She struck a blow to his head, then to his side, went for a 3rd, and he dodged. She flew forward against the door, spin and was back for the lethal kick with her razor tipped heel. She missed. He took the moment to taunt her before taking her down with a leg kick to her head.

She was scrambled. He pulled her up by her hair, got her twisted around then slid the wire garrote across and around her pretty neck. She would be done soon he know. But, she was not about to go down so easy. She had training for this.

He had her almost off the ground for a few moments, knowing the leverage would take his mark down fast, but she managed to disturb his balance and they both went down. He pulled her up against him, using the couch as support and pulled tight. He watched as her face contorted, her tongue thrashed out, veins popping. She twisted and bucked and he let her slide him down to the floor where he knew he would finally be able to control the kill.

She bucked and heaved, hips thrusting, legs thrashing, head twisting, tongue out, eyes staring at him in defiance. But over time, that changed and he watch the valid attempt of the this super spy slowly fail. She was good, he gave her that, like the time in Spain with the zip-line and detonator, but he knew he had her beat now.

Slowly she relaxed, her legs—firm, long, clad in pantyhose, with one small rip–so sexy he observed, down her right leg. Slowly she settled and he watched her look at him, then after a while, she was not really looking at anything anymore. Then, she just stopped. He had done it. Killed her. She would haunt him no more and his agency has gotten rid of a bitter rival that had been–had seemed unstoppable. Not anymore.

This truce they were to meet tonight, share information–a microdot she would provide and he—well, it no longer mattered. He keeps his information and gets hers. Win.

Now, where was it.

He slowly dig through her purse, making casual note of all the lethality contained within as her body lay cooling on the floor. He could not help thinking how sexy she was. And, at one time, they had been together, always trying to kill each other in the end. Fucking and killing.

Now he started on her, slowly up her pantyhose clad legs and feeling the soft fabric of her dress. And, she was dresses quite nice. He wondered why–she was just going to kill him anyhow. Maybe, she had more planned. Sex. He could only speculate now as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

He rolled her, unzipping her dress, felt her ass, rolled her back, felt her more. He checked around her head, hair. Nothing.

Then, he knew. In her purse was her agency issued watch, which she would always wear. But not today–today, it was a different watch. He listed. Not a sound. It was a dummy, just for transport. He had it.

He straightened her out, wrapped her up in a blanket and carried her out.

Fetish Elements: Violence, Nudity, Fighting, Spy, Garrote Strangle, Pantyhose, Searching, Body Views.

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Peachy Keen Films – My Plan 2

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: Dixon lays freshly showered on the couch reading while her handy man gets to work on a termite problem. He pumps his barrel of bug juice as he looks her up and down. A little uncomfortable, she decides to move to another couch when he attacks her throwing her to the ground and nocking her out. Her body goes limp on the floor as he becomes viciously turned on by her helplessness and he begins to take advantage. He strips her down make, her bared breasts laying like cupcake frosting on her chest, he takes a test before pulling off her panties and eating her non consenting pussy.

He thumbs her wet hole, it’s super tight. Undressing himself, he pulls out his cock and begins to fuck his unconscious prey. His balls slap her ass, as she unknowingly takes his cock, her boobs bouncing to the beat of his thrusts. The movement of their bodies wakes her and she tries to reject him, crying out no please, but it’s too late, he is already inside her, violating her most intimate. He covers her mouth to silence her sobbing, pleading rejections and holds her down, all the while slapping her precious face. She tries to flee as he flips her over to take her from behind but taking her has been too easy, her delicate body no match for him. Broken, she quiets her sobs and takes it in a hunched over, defeated stance.

When he’s finished he sits her on the couch, pretending like her rape didn’t just happen, asking if she is ok. Mind fucking her into utter confusion. She rejects him, and begs for him to leave as he feigns politeness, telling her she deserved it. Telling her he is going to get back to work, he puts on a pair of gloves and returns, taking her by her neck and choking her as her legs flail and her fighting breaths escape her cavernous throat. He muscles her off the couch as she struggles and forces his cock in her mouth while continuing to strangle her. She begins to give up and takes it, knowing she already has taken her last full breaths. Her eyes roll in the back of her head as she passes, wide open. He finishes by fucking her, the fresh death inspiring his cock to fruition.

Fetish Elements: Explicit Sexual Content, Nudity, Rape, Unconscious, Hand Strangle, Fingering, Pussy Licking, Stripping, Crying , Pleading, Fucking, Body Views, Foot Views..

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