That winding path would be the point of no return. I felt like I did at home in bed, masturbating and picturing myself drawing a knife across Whitney Donaldson’s throat as I pounded into her bleeding asshole. xx video It seemed I could feel every rapid thump throughout my entire body. She tried to pull the hoodie away from her neck, but couldn’t get her fingers between the fabric and her skin. I dropped her clothes and rushed the bitch. She started with her pink and white Reeboks, stepping on the heels and kicking them off. “Open your mouth!” Her lips began to part, and she clenched her eyes. My head rested over her right shoulder, the coppery smell of her broken throat filled my lungs and nostrils.
