I could feel her very hot blood spurting against my palm, each fresh flood of wet heat flooding my senses with excitement, feeding an untapped depth of sadism I was just now discovering. x video Penelope thrashed on the bed hard enough her neck came out from under my hand, her severed windpipe flooded with the thick blood she coughed up, spattering her face, my hands, and the already bloody sheet behind her head. I could see the shock and fear in her look at me as she understood I was hurting her. I covered her the wound again, fingers digging into her slippery neck and bloody froth leaking out my palm. Penelope’s scream was muffled by my palm, not even as loud as the audible hiss of air from the growing wound.




















