I could feel her very hot blood flooding against my palm, each fresh pulse of wet heat flooding my senses with excitement, feeding an untapped depth of sadism I was just now discovering. xx video A flow of dark blood pulsed from one side of the torn wound, flowing and ebbing rather than jetting. The badly mutilated corpse on the bed, with her blood spattered on the wall by her head and soaking into the sheets was that of a stranger, not the woman I had loved. The badly mutilated corpse on the bed, with her blood spattered on the wall by her head and soaking into the sheets was that of a stranger, not the woman I had loved.
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