Inked curves and sapphic allure, a feast for the eyes.

You pull her towards you, seize her hips, guide her down onto your
throbbing, aching member. Porn Naked except for your tank and mask, you dive. She looks cute in it, firm proud breasts
pressing insistently against tight, white cotton. Now you’re ready. She convulses in response to pain too astonishing to believe. The bracelets click shut
and her young life ends. You reach the bottom of the tank. You can
see in her eyes that this girl is beyond terror. She feels so many darkly
magnificent things: the unendurable certainty of her own death, the horror
at having been murdered and yes, the fear of rape, even here, even now. You’ve never seen better nipples: huge and pink,
they’ve been made viciously hard by the cold water. She drinks the oxygen down gratefully, without
stopping to ask why you’re doing this for her. You grab her waist
roughly. She’s
hardly more than a girl; frightening her isn’t even a challenge.