Satomi was definitely great. Her violent death was a triumph of beauty and artistry. The killer thought that the greatest show of love and respect for...a beautiful woman was to murder her in cold blood.When the killer took Satomi's remains to her final resting place he thought of how to make her coffin extra special. He then thought just her body being there would make it special. He placed her decapitated head at the front separate from her headless corpse. Unlike the other women he had. Her nipples scored the leather through her lace as her sex pressed against its limit.“Four more strokes,” he said.His tough tone wrapped around her sex, squeezing intense pleasure through her. Her bottom burned, but she still craved his cruel strokes.She hissed as excruciating heat scorched into each remaining gap on her bare cheeks. Had he informed HR, they'd have learned she loved this. News of her disgrace would have spread at rumor pace. By lunchtime, her international co-workers would have. ” With a roar, I pulled out of her sopping wet pussy and turned her over face down on the hood of the car. Standing on the soft shoulder of the road, I swatted her on the naked butt three or four times. As she squirmed with pleasure and our legs blocked out some of my headlights, I spread the mystifying stranger’s thighs. Then I stroked my already hardening cock with one hand while I fingered her pussy with the other. She was aching for me so bad that her pussy was throbbing and she was. As it stiffened quickly, she heard Laurent groan. She spent several minutes giving him head, whilst stealing a hand back down to her clit to play with herself. As she felt the familiar salty taste of pre-sum, she looked up at her boyfriend. He paused for the briefest moment before returning her smile, the assent she needed to take it to the next step.She sat up in her seat, undoing the first couple of buttons on her blouse before losing patience and yanking it over her head to reveal a lacy bra.