She thinks her big tears and snot running down her face is going to stop me. That her begging and pleading for her worthless life is going to stop me from what I am doing.
In fact it turns me on.
The way she screams makes my pussy wet. I am so bad. I keep teasing her with knifes and cheese graters as I do my meal prep. I slowly chop onions, carrots, cellery and potatoes. Lots of them. I walk past her and pinch her, make her taste her own broth soup as she slowly cooks to death. I am so happy she fit in my custom made “pot” It’s really a metal drinking thing for horses and farm animals. It’s big enough for 2 people but I only wanted her.
Those thighs got me.
I almost bit my lip in two watching her thighs rub together as she walked down the dirty highway. She never knew what was coming. She just got paid a shit ton of money to be my muse for the night. Dumb girls will fall for anything as long as you promise them cash or drugs. This bitch came willingly to my home out in the middle of no where. I love being able to talk to her as she boils to death. Her broth is tasting soo good I had her taste it! Working the veggies in and oh my god. I wish I could send you the smell of her body slowly cooking. The meat is just going to fall off the bone so easy!
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