“The painting?”“Very good, Mr. Tarakan! And why that painting?” I had thought little of it – It was ugly. Hitler, riding on the back of a s...eleton, and a pig in a wig. Not my taste. I mused, trying to be positive, “you liked it enormously?”“No, Mr. Tarakan.” Exasperated, she stood and looked down on me, as an overpowering teacher does to an annoying pupil.“You are not the sharpest pebble on the beach are you Mr. Tarakan? The painting is called ‘The Seven Deadly Sins.’” As she spoke, she. I couldn't understand what she was saying but she was scared.I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the ground. She screamed and landed in a pile amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the dress straight down the front. Her tits popped out as the bra was built into the dress. They were huge and I couldn't wait to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing nothing but a pair of panties. She screamed and cried.I rammed. So at that moment, I let go. I began to kiss her more passionately, moving down to her breasts and giving them a tight squeeze as she was then beginning to slip under my bra to feel my erect nipples in her palm. I had to admit, it felt pretty damn good. She pushed me into the room and shoved me onto the bed, making me feel strangely aroused. I felt a pressure begin to build in my chest as my breathing grew heavy. She straddled on top of me as she took off her shirt and lined it across my mouth. I used your cunt to get myself closer and closer to cumming as I watched your face turn red and tears leak from your eyes.My timing was perfect. I released your mouth and throat, letting you suck in a desperate breath just as I exploded inside you. You wheezed and gasped as I wrapped my arms around your head, pulling you into my shoulder while grinding my hips to work my cum deeper and deeper inside you.Once I caught my breath I stood and started buckling my pants. You curled up into a pathetic.