Mr. Xnxx I didn’t want him to die from this stab, but I wanted him to bleed. I needed him weak for what I was going to do. So I pulled out the knife and stabbed his right eye. The coward. He froze, staring at me, his mouth open wide, his eyes uncomprending as the blood flowed to the floor from the huge gash in his now flacid cock. By the light of the dying embers in the fireplace his sharp features seemed exaggerated and fierce. He followed my orders like a charm, poking his tongue in my cunt and spitting on my clit and sucking my folds. All I needed to be was sure-footed, and I could get him. Smythe, I had to come. The pity I had been feeling left me, as I imagined all the other little girls and the women he had hurt or taken advantage of. As soon as he closed the door, he stepped over to me and stood over me, staring at my tits.
