Peachy Keen Films – Fatal Poetry
Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging
Description: Starring Tessa
She know who he was. She knew where he lived. The information was not cheap, but it was not money she used to get it. And now, she will use her body to get him, and prove to her employer that she was the best assassin.
The Poetry Killer was home. She gave him the line…..she was an escort, sent by a client as a reward for his last job. He bought it of course. He could not turn away a beautiful girl–and she was—beautiful. The 50. Desert Eagle fit snuggly in her purse. She could take him now, while he was distracted by her form. But, she wanted him—she had heard the rumors–she could not pass up the opportunity.
He seduced her silently, slowly removing her clothing–leaving on her stockings. On the bed, on all fours, she worked on his cock, taking it into, using all the resources at her disposal. Then, he took her, make love to her, hard, heavy, passionately. He never spoke.
Later, in bed, he was asleep, she lie away, thinking of when she would do it.
But, she fell asleep and when she woke. He was gone. She could hear the shower faintly running and next to her lie a piece of paper.
It was one of his signature poems. But, like all the others, she mis-interpreted it as something childish–game-like, instead of the deadly foretelling that it was. She picked it up. Read it.
When she was done, she watched herself in the mirror. Inspired by something in the people, she removed one of her stockings and tied it over her eyes—looking through it was like looking through a web. She felt powerful at that moment.
She sat, gun ready. Waiting.
But he was behind her and quickly wrapped the thin garrote around her neck. She was caught off guard, her gun falling. He held her in place, upright, as she fought and kicked. Her legs would stretch out and ever muscle would spasm. Her hands tried to undo the garrote, but it dig tightly into her neck.
Her eyes stared widely out through the mesh and her tongue lashed out for air.
Slowly, over time she weakened. Slowing, slowing, finally still.
He let her fall forward, onto the floor like a dropped doll. Her ass was too him and he could not resist, taking her right their.
Then, he got her up on the bed and fucked her some more. This was his favorite part.
Finally, he fucked her open, dead mouth, cumming inside.
After observing her lifeless form for a bit, he balled up his poem and stuffed it into her mouth, then he wrapped her up in a blanket and took her away.
Contains: Violence, Nudity, Explicit Sexual Content, BJ, Sex, Garrote **********, Necro Sex, Necro BJ, Body Views.
