Run? I Think Not……

I can’t help reveling in the glory of his pain. Re-living every minute of it while I fuck myself and enjoy the feelings of pure pleasure that remembering brings me. My cunt comes alive and the sensations are warm and wet running through my veins like fire. I can’t keep the moans from cumming. I can’t stop running my hands over my body. I can’t keep the cum from flowing down my legs and puddling on the sheets below me. I can see the look of terror on his face when he realized that running from me was not going to work. His eyes wide knowing he was bested by a chick. Holding him down at knife point and looking into his eyes just made my blood boil. He really thought he could get away! Out of the corner of my eye I saw a led pipe. Picking it up and raising it high in the air, I brought it down, full force right across his ankle. The sound of the bone breaking started the orgasm deep in my belly. Seeing the bone pop through his skin and hearing his agonizing scream, brought my orgasm full circle, pouring out of my cunt. I beat him with that pipe until he was unrecognizable. By the time I was done I was covered in sweat and blood and cum. My heart pounding, my breathing so heavy that I could hardly catch a breath. I left his ass there in that alley. Freshly showered and in my room I continue to cum and fuck myself, remembering the sights and sounds and how it felt.

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