"Kill Satomi Kato he had. It had been a thrilling, beautiful murder. Her decapitated body was so gorgeous it was unbelievable. She had been a lovely w...man. Her violent death was worthy of her life. He carried Satomi's severed head and body up to his room. He wiped the lovely Japanese woman's blood off his sword. He didn't think he would be able to top this one, the killer thought. Killing her was one of the greatest accomplishments of his life.Satomi Kato's life was finished, however there was. I sucked her nipple hard before telling her to cum all over my dick and that she did. Over and over and over. Before I knew it she was so wet that her pussy gave no restriction and my balls slapped against her wet ass louder and louder. I began to pulse inside of her but I needed just a few more strokes before I was willing to pull out. I felt her legs wrap around my back and I tried to free myself but she pulled my head to her breast and told me to cum inside of her. I fought the best I could. “I ... I guess. Why do you want them?”“Just to remind me of you and how special this day’s been.”“Okay, sure. That’s sweet of you Emma.” Little did she know I’d be the one holding onto them as a souvenir. “So what do you want me to do now?” The expression on her face changed to one of eager anticipation as she thought of Emma’s mouth pleasuring her lush young body once more.“Okay, stand up for a second,” Emma instructed. Sharon rose from the bed on wobbly legs and stood to Emma’s side. Emma. ... I didn't say anything. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights frozen by fear. The fear of giving in to my desire rather than my moral obligation to class. I'm a lady not the new bar bitch to be banged in the basement. So I stood there...As I stood, he repeated the question as he stepped into me. He was slightly taller than I so his lips lingered an inch above mine as he whispered, "Are you sure?". As I stood still and silent, he slowly took the juice bottles out of my hands.