She threw one leg over my shoulder as she leaned back against the vanity to give me better access to her neatly shaven pussy. I buried my tongue as de...p as I could as her juices filled my mouth, her hand grabbing the back of my head as she started grinding her pussy into my face. Her body shook uncontrollably as her pussy unleashed its orgasm into my waiting mouth. I could hardly breathe but I wasn’t about to waste a single drop of that precious juice. After what seemed like minutes she. By the tenth stroke, the pain had begun toturn to pleasure as Jasmine began to really get into arhythm. Sandy was now actively thrusting her bodyto meet each incoming lunge. It now felt so goodthat she couldn’t remember the last time a man hadfucked her like this. The only think that could makeit better was that if it could be made of flesh andb***d instead of rubber. By now, Jasmine was liftingher off the bed with the intensity of her efforts as shegot more and more into the fantasy. It was from the 2007 remake by Rob Zombie although the condition that the mask was make it look like it come from the sequel since it was kind of old, the nose was gone, almost all the front hair were gone mostly because in the last Halloween party I put fake blood in the mask and since it was sticky the hair always get stuck. It was the perfect way to hide my face from the only camera on the hallway.I walk straight to my two victim’s apartment door and knock.I’m coming- said a female voice I. I remember pulling out the silverware drawer. I remember pulling out the knife my mother used to cut vegetables when she cooked. Slowly, knife in hand, I walked back into my bedroom. I sat on the floor and leaned against my closet door, something I had done since childhood. I was always afraid of what was hiding in the dark and I thought leaning against the door would keep them from escaping. Slowly, I stretched my left arm out straight. With the knife, I traced the scars of my old wounds. I.