Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt. 03-2

Afterwards, my balls drained dry, I held her in my arms as we lie on the floor, the sunlight still streaming in from the windows. She nuzzled against my chest like a baby as she slept. I held her tight as I smoked my cigarette, staring out the window, over the endless blue horizon. Her breath was delicate as she lie there sleeping soundly, soft and peaceful, and filled with cum.

I thought about the night ahead of us. How we’d go back to the mansion, and wait for whoever was after her. I thought about the black car that had chased me off the highway and through the streets. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I was in too deep to pull out now.

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