Tears streak her face, diluting her eye liner, making her dark eyes darker. Her eyes often fascinate me at such times as these. They encourage me, beckon me, threaten to consume me - these bottomless eyes of hers, as I ply my craft, my sadistic arts, unto her.
A lovely woman, she looks all the more beautiful with her face flushed and reddened. I watch as her delicate nostrils dilate minutely as she breathes. My fingers caress her warm skin, envelop her slender throat. I note her pulse as my hand tightens and my thumb toys with the pressure point beneath a dainty ear.
She takes a deep breath, her obsidian eyes never leaving mine; her lips parted, supple and compliant. Her polished white teeth glisten faintly in the low light. Her lipstick is now gone. There is only a faint tinge of color to note it's existance before it was worn away from where I face fucked her earlier as I often do - holding her small wrists in my large hands while controlling her head as I stab into her mouth, impaling her throat until she is gagging and retching. Happily taking me until her lips are at the base of me, her nose pressed into me, as she suffocates and struggles to take me deeper and harder.
We both can smell the acrid scent of the small electronics soldering iron as it heats up next to her.
This is going to hurt.
Her clitoris throbs.
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