The Kid Killer Tapes # 2 The Cunt Tammy - Sex Stories

The Kid Killer Tapes # 2 The Cunt Tammy

... blubbering bitches apologizing for how worthless they are as I destroy their cunts. She croaked out her apology through tears her hoarse voice whispering and whimpering in my ear. My cock didn’t deflate. I busted a nut inside this whore and it just had to have more. I kept hammering in and out of her tight, little-destroyed cunt. The look of her horror-stricken eyes was so fucking hot. I kept abusing her tits, biting them squeezing them, pinching them. I drew blood at one point, can’t tell you how good it tasted! Soon, I dumped my second load inside her. Inevitably my cock began to go limp as I collapsed on top of her. Her tears flood out covering my belly. I crawled off her and slapped her face several times, you know, just to get her attention. “Suck it bitch,” I told her hanging my semi limp prick over her head. “You hurt me,” she croaked harshly barely above a whisper as her throat was in pain. I smacked her face again. I hit the little bitch so hard I bet I loosened some teeth. “I told you to suck me you fucking worthless pig,” she opened her mouth my cock was already getting hard again. Plunging it into her mouth I shoved my thumbs in the sides and dug my fingers into her cheeks. Pumping my pecker down her tight little mouth and throat. I drug her up by her hair to her feet as I stood up. The little whore was the perfect height for me to face fuck her. Oh and face fuck her I did right up until her face was fucking blue. She pounded her hands on my legs as I kept ...

... thrusting that big prickcicle right down her throat. She gagged and spewed sputum and snot out her mouth and nose. The slickness on my cock along with her fucking throat being so nice and tight sent me right up to the edge. I gave her baby soup for her dinner spraying it deep down her throat. Then I drug her little ass back up on the deck. She kicked about struggling to get away. The bitch kept trying to scream, but it was just croaking like the fucking frogs around the lake. Holding her by her ankles I shoved her down in the water with her head just under the surface. She would try to come up by bending at the waist. When she did, I just dropped her down deeper. From time to time, I would pull her out, give her hope. Then back into the water! I love to hold out hope and then snatch it away. Have you ever heard someone scream from underwater? God, it is a superb sound, I heard a word that describes it to me, burbling. That is what it sounds like, a thrashing accompanied by gurgling and burbling. Her arms flayed about and she twisted and turned desperately trying to get where she could breathe. She attempted to kick but her body just sort of bounced around. She banged against the boat sometimes and always the thrashing and splashing of the water and the gurgling and burbling resonated in the still night air, accompanied by the frogs, crickets, and birds. After a while, she just went limp. The fun wasn’t quite over. I jerked off several times through the night spraying my juice on ...