Joe continued, "We could just pull it up over her head..." Nah, this is more fun." Chris held his hand out and Joe passed him his big hunting knife. C...ris grabbed the back of my neck with his left hand and tried to intimidate me even more by sliding the blade across my cheek and down the front of my chest. That knife went through my shirt like butter. They both smirked while he stripped my shirt off of me and even laughed when he occasionally nicked my skin. By the time he was done, I was left. Theyre both covered in cum. I smile. Miss Appleton have you been watching? I say. Yes, I have Jalone, and Im not fucking pleased! She sternly says. Really, your hand says other wise, I smirk. She blushes and puts her hand behind her back. Well J- Thats when I threw her on my desk and fucked the living hell out of her pussy. She screams also. I go harder until she throws me off. Jalone. she pants, If you could make me cum than you wont be fired. I smile and I make a fist. I ram it into her. As he sought comfort in the touch of her still warm body, he recognised the scent that had touched him.Gently, tentatively, he slipped his hand down her damp and cooling womanhood. It was slick with something other than piss, and he knew even without withdrawing his hand and up to his mouth, enveloping his fingers with his lips and sighing with relief as he felt the sweet and familiar taste of moist cum on his tongue that she had climaxed as she died.He brought his finger to his nose, the. Carrie started to moan in spite of her shame and humiliation. “That’s it slut, you’re just a useless cumslut for my pleasures and whims.” I knelt between Carrie’s spread legs and plunged my finger into her cunt, pounding my knuckles against her clit, twisting it inside her hole, my fingernail scr****g against the inner walls of her pussy making her cry even louder. “That’s it whore.” I loved the way she groaned as I forced another finger into her tight hole, banging her.