My palm is sweating against the cold leather of the brief case in my hand. The sound of my footsteps against the cold concrete is echoing in my ears. Every one of my senses are alive from the finality that only snuff sex gives me. I can hear the dripping of blood on the ground and I can feel the small splashes of blood against my ankle. Watching her angelic face contort under me as I assaulted the most sacred parts of her well cared for body was the drug that I needed. The large strap on modified by yours truly to cut the sensitive interior of her pussy as I slammed in and out of her without mercy or care. The feel of her hot, fresh blood on the front of my thighs, dripping down to my knees before it cooled enough to congeal a little was an aphrodisiac to my senses. Nothing beats the rush of snuff sex and all that leads up to that final moment. But this is even better, a grand finale of sorts to the thrill of the snuff sex that we just shared. I had to keep part of her to share in the most sadistic and evil way possible. Walking up the steps now, the large and ornate building growing closer with each step. My heart is pounding in my chest. Pushing opened the heavy wooden door I step inside and place the satchel on the marble floor. I open it and take the bloody mask that was once her face out carefully lining up her eye and nostril and mouth holes with mine. Rinsing my hands in the basin of holy water I can feel the trickles of blood sliding down my neck and onto my cleavage. As his footsteps approach I turn. His look of horror tells it all. I feel my cunt release a load of cum in my panties as I say, “Forgive me Father for I have skinned.”
Angie
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