PKF – Escort Roulette
Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging, Peachy Keen Films
Max hated the process of fining escorts. Frequently, the girl he picked in the photo was not the girl who showed up. It was like escort roulette. And here he was, playing it again tonight. But, it was for a purpose, far beyond just getting laid. It was for other types of satisfaction as well. Who would be the lucky girl. Viva. When she arrived he was stunned. She was indeed the girl in the photo. And, she was gorgeous. She was fucking gorgeous and her body was perfect..nothing fake about her. He could not wait to get her clothes off. But, he would have too. She was a tease. As the process of dancing and undressing commenced, he found he has to keep paying for every little thing. He did not mind too much. It made what he would eventually do to her seem all the more justified. Though-he needed no justification for anything. Finally, the process of payment allowed him to touch her, then get a really nice hand job. As he rubbed her wet warm pussy, he was really wanting her to give him head. He shoved her head toward his throbbing cock, but she would not do it-for no amount of money. She had her dignity or some shit. She got up and was about to leave. He almost was in shock at this turn of events, but before she was out the door, he gathered himself and his pride back up and headed her off-slamming her hard into the solid core door-knocking her out. He carried her back to the couch and continued to have fun with her. He played with her perfect tits and fingered her tight, wet pussy.
But, when he was about to slip his cock into her, she work up and tackled him to the floor. They wrestled a bit, then as she started to crawl away, he grabbed an errant shoelace he kept stashed for such an occasion and wrapped it around her neck. He yanked her back and was vigorously throttling this young girl. She was athletic too, which made her all the harder to kill. She lasted a long, long time, all her muscles in play-and this bitch had muscles. If he had guessed she was a runner-he would have been right. And, those runners legs of hers were able to raise her pelvis, giving her leverage against him. But, he held firm and kept tight. She weakened over time. Her tongue was frequently out, her eyes wide. Sometime spit flew out of her mouth. Finally, after a ling, hard struggle, she was dead. He was exhausted from this kill, but was not going to let a fresh dead fuck go..well, un-fucked. He picked her up by her legs, holding her upside-down, played with her a moment and flopped her on the couch. He rag-dolled her body a moment, then got her into position and fucked her. He fucked her a few different ways, then unloaded all over her tits. Now, it was time to hid this cum-soaked bitch. She would not fit in the crawlspace anymore-too many already in their. He picked her up, and hid her under a table until he could figure out a better place.
479 MB | 1280 x 720 | 00:29:57
