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"FUCK...I CAN'T BREATHE..." PAOLA WHISPERED...
KillingPaula
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her clit spraying fountains of womanly juice, I hear Paola whisper in agony, fright and orgasmic delight: "Fuck...I can't breathe..."
"FUCK...I CAN'T BREATHE..." PAOLA WHISPERED...
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at first, I don't shoot. totally naked, she's a stunningly beautiful woman. taut and lean and fit, with amazing legs, arms, shoulders and breasts, she's a tanned vision as she searches for me behind her weapon, not yeah seeing my hiding spot. my cock rising to the occasion, my jeans suddenly feel a size too small. but then I get control of myself. as she turns, I fire, without mercy, without regret. my rounds tearing into stomach and breasts, her mouth forms an O of aroused pain.
The killer found a way to hold up Paola's corpse.
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@KillingPaula 😍😍😍😘
TILL THE BITTER END
KillingPaula
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as always, Paola. It's such an erotic pleasure killing you. I love dominating you, love watching your tigress look turn into horror, pain, disgrace and humiliation. die now, you cunt. die!
AM I JUST SLEEPING OR...?
KillingPaula
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The poison in the hitwoman's drink, part aphrodisiac, part devasting toxin, it first made Paola's nipples harden and her pussy twitch. Her cream soiling Italian sands, my victim hid it with her towel. breathing deeply as orgasm was recovered from, death then took her softly. the merest quivering of her limbs and torso, a slight hitch of spine, a hint of blood in her nostril, and eyes open and lifeless under sunglasses. everyone thought the stunning creature sleeping. Until the smell hit them!
A STUDY IN STABBING
KillingPaula
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jagged steel opening Paola like an envelope. blood, organs and tissue displayed, the agony of being gutted like a pig. the smell of fear, sweat and cum. savage point driven deep pinning her to the wall. horror and despair, unbelief and panic, desperation and regret. so much pain. turgid nipples harden, stunning eyes widen, heaving lungs drink oxygen, succulent mouth opens and closes, trembling fingers tentatively explore the raw wound. the start of your ride to death! you fucking Italian cunt!
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shooting
killpapa
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so cruel and sexy!
01:55
Hitwoman Corrinne
antonio_1958
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love that feathered boa on assassin Corinne. so sexy and elegant/ underlines her cruelty that much more!
Commendable effort. But it 's useless. Die, bitch.
KillingPaula
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I’m once again hard as a rock. But…your final act is made more poignant by its irrelevance. Commendable effort though it was…it’s useless. I put two rounds between your prefect shoulder blades. THOCK. THOCK. Sorry. The dogs that will feed on you tonight are getting hungry. Now. Die bitch!
Commendable effort. But it 's useless. Die, bitch.
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—your wet and swollen cunt pinched between them. The grace in the small of your back, the elegance in the curve of your spine, the sophistication in your fit arms, your becoming shock of vibrant brunette. You stretch and strain, you struggle in your endeavor. Bold and beautiful and brilliant and dynamic. You’re a work of art, Paolo. Something that might have made Renaissance artists jealous.
Commendable effort. But it 's useless. Die, bitch.
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You lunge for your weapon, but it’s too late. A sharp and fierce jab to the solar plexus and you fall with a grunt, dropping the Berretta you tried to use on me. It clatters across floor tiles. You spring for it, reach out with your hand—gloved in white to so fetchingly accent your tanned skin. In that moment I find my true pleasure. Your body put on erotic display by the motion, by your pathetic desperation. Statuesque calves and thighs, plump buttocks
Commendable effort. But it 's useless. Die, bitch.
KillingPaula
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We’d just made love Paola. A hot and heavy round of wet, hot passion. Sexual pleasure given and taken in erotic flashes of brilliance on both parts. Unclenching after hours of breath-taking, dehydrating, muscle cramping sex, we stand nearly naked before each other, numbed by bliss and woozy with raw animal joy. Then it hits you. Your intuition is warned by something in my eye. A cruel glint, perhaps. A predatory posture.
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@KillingPaula you're always welcome, my lovely muse!💕
"I should have already put a bullet in your guts."
KillingPaula
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@KillingPaula and a kiss back to you and Ale. 😘😘
"THE VICTIM SAID TO PAOLA: "YOU ARE A..."
KillingPaula
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@KillingPaula a sexy honor being teased, humiliated and murdered by you!😘😘😘
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A sexy hangwoman
No_Air_Please
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just love how the assassin cruelly plays with her victim as he dies! so hot!
08:10
Sniper
Happydude63
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@KillingPaula agreed, beautiful. one of the founders of the genre. great stuff!
"THE VICTIM SAID TO PAOLA: "YOU ARE A..."
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am.” She pulled the trigger.
"THE VICTIM SAID TO PAOLA: "YOU ARE A..."
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But a slave at the mercy of her mistress, I was helpless. Increasing her frequency remorselessly, her mouth open to her own arousal, I exploded in heart stopping, breath-taking orgasm. Spent and defeated, I watched my killer primly take her seat and wipe my seed from her hand on her latex tights. Awed, ashamed, conquered, I, her victim, said to Paola: “you cruel and magnificent bitch.” She was emotionless, aloof, scornful. “That’s right, Kevin,” she answered. “That’s exactly what I
"THE VICTIM SAID TO PAOLA: "YOU ARE A..."
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I whimpered with breathy arousal. “Yes. Yes, I do.” Having unbuttoned her jacket, rubbing her breasts against me, she sneered. “If you can keep your cum to yourself, I’ll let you live. If not…” She left the thought unfinished. Then, never taking her eyes off mine, she began stroking me off. Feeling her masterly touch, the strength and knowledge in each finger, the muzzle of her weapon pressed against my abdomen, I squirmed and contorted, tried to reign in my manly urges.
"THE VICTIM SAID TO PAOLA: "YOU ARE A..."
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This was fine with me…until I saw the pistol in her hand. “This is your last night on earth, Kevin. I’ve been sent to kill you. And I’ll take great pleasure doing so.” Her scornful control and my terror made me erect as concrete. Seeing this, she almost smiled. Taking hold of my member with her free hand, as she kissed me deeply, she rubbed my balls and pulsing purple shaft with the barrel of her pistol. “You like that, don’t you Kevin.” She blew in my ear.
"THE VICTIM SAID TO PAOLA: "YOU ARE A..."
KillingPaula
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I thought it my lucky night. Paola was her name. This gorgeous Italian goddess, erotically dressed and elegantly sexy, asked me at the bar: “would you fill me to the brim if you could?” How could I resist. Back in her lair, she gets kinky fast. A little “sport” she called it. After stripping me naked, after exposing my lean and muscular body, she tied my hands behind my back. She wasn’t gentle about it. She was cold, disdainful and rough.
"I should have already put a bullet in your guts."
KillingPaula
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Twist and shudder. Tremble and grimace. Say hello to the Devil when you see him. THOCK.
"I should have already put a bullet in your guts."
KillingPaula
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? Is it the hunk of ice loosening your bowels? Is it the disdainful way I treat you? Whore, I call you. Slut. Which—despite your wealth and affluence—you are. Nothing but a cheap Italian prostitute selling herself to the highest bidder. “No. Kevin. Please. Don’t.” No matter the reason. It’s enough that I could listen to it forever. But…I’ve got a job to do, don’t I? THOCK. THOCK. There. Two in your stomach. THOCK. THOCK. Two in your chest. That’s right, Paola.
"I should have already put a bullet in your guts."
KillingPaula
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What is it, Paola? What causes you to fawn and cringe so? Why do you offer everything? “Please. Kevin,” you say. Wait. Don’t do this? Don’t kill me. I’ll do anything. Give anything. Money. Influence. Power. My mouth, pussy and bung hole. All yours. Darling. Sweetheart. Please. Mercy. Have mercy.” Is it anticipation of my slugs shredding your flesh and bone? Is it the prospect of the cliff’s edge you stand at? Is it the heat churning your womanhood?
"I should have already put a bullet in your guts."
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your opera-gloved hands slightly raised as if warding off a blow. The smell of cum rising like a fog around you as you try and control yourself. So refined, so elegant, so sophisticated, so fit. Your face, your makeup, your hair, your dress, your pearls. The best of the best, the crème de la crème, the queen of the social elite ready for a night on the town. And here you are, groveling before me, eyes glued to the silencer aimed at your midsection.
"I should have already put a bullet in your guts."
KillingPaula
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The best part is the pleading, Paola. Your appeal to spare your life. I should have already put a bullet in your guts, but I couldn’t get enough of it. The signaling of your submission. The verbalization of your helplessness. The terrified treble in your voice, the hopeless slant in your posture, the helpless alarm transmitted by every fiber of your being. Your eyes wide in thrilled apprehension, your head shaking as if to deny me,
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She then grimaced as the bones in her neck weakened. When they broke, she jumped like a stuck pig. Her torso and vagina stiffened and she shot out a spray of cum and pee. I lost my load at the same time, my seed joining the rest of what poured out of her as she danced in her death throes. Yes, Pala’s corpse was very, very, profitable.
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Her eyes grew wide, her mouth opened and closed, her tongue protruded, and her body desperately tried to escape. Still inside her, my cock still ravaging her love trench, I whispered in her ear—"a message from your husband, slut. It’s time to die.” The setup dawning on her, a look of profound panic and defeat washed across her face, making her even more beautiful. She shook her head in denial and shock, pleaded wordlessly for mercy, for me to spare her life.
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she barely noticed the strangling cord held in the hand not busy controlling her. When I wrapped it around her throat and pulled, she thought it part of the game. “No. Mr. Russo,” she squealed melodramatically. “Don’t kill me.” As I began pulling tighter, cutting off her ability to speak, it was the last thing she ever said. Aware something was wrong, the rules of our little playlet dissolved and true terror showed in her face.
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“Wait. No. Please. Mr. Russo. Don’t do this. I’m a good girl. Please. Stop!” Good girl or no, Paola was so well-greased, was so enamored by the frequency of my pounding thrusts, I could do what I pleased. I adjusted my attentions a little, just a hair, and she came in a pungent spray of juice that stained thighs. Like alley cats for twenty minutes, Paola clenching to one orgasm after another, she became so numbed, so intoxicated on erotic pleasure,
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Fingering deep into her womanhood until it was briny with golden liquid, making her pant and moan in breathy pouts, I then entered with a violent and degrading shove. Paola’s muscles quivered as the head of my cock split tender petals. She tried to fight me off, but I was having none of it. I pinned her hands above her head, forcing her to accept each savage intrusion. An enthusiastic actress and totally committed to our little drama, she begged her boss for mercy.
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A sexy secretary and her boss, I pushed her over, lifted up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and spanked her for a mistake in dictation. My punishment more severe than she was used to, nonetheless I could see the fantasy having an effect. Her pussy was as red and swollen as her ass. Ripping off her clothes, I threw her on the couch. Her body magnificent, I took advantage: squashing her breasts rudely and pinching her nipples fiercely enough to leave them engorged and bruised.
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Paola’s corpse was profitable. Both an unfaithful wife and the subject of an expensive life insurance policy, her husband was going to pay plenty to solve a problem. I picked her up in a favorite watering hole. Back to her place, her husband on a business trip arranged to give him an alibi and me room to work, Paola and I soon got down to business of our own. Told she thrilled to rough role play, I obliged.
ULTIMATE PLEASURE
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I raised the pistol, took careful aim. She shook her head, pleaded with me in a voice husky with greed and savage arousal. “No. Not yet. Kevin. A seventh. Please!” I pulled the trigger, robbing her of more pleasure. THOCK! Her head snapped back cruelly when the bullet crossed her eyes and her body slumped to the floor. Her cigarette finally fell from her lips. I looked down at her. Paola. The killer queen. Dead as hell. And what a woman!
ULTIMATE PLEASURE
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In fact, the pain, danger and humiliation of her situation, the reminder that we were playing for keeps and she was about to die hard and bloody, only wet her appetite, only increased her fervor. She came at once, howling like an erotic banshee. Then she came again. Three times. Four times. Never taking her eyes from me, the cigarette never leaving her lips, my dominating position exciting her, driving her on, almost as a challenge she came a fifth time, then a sixth.
ULTIMATE PLEASURE
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A virtuoso on the instrument, through the crotch of skin tight latex pants her fingers prodded and rubbed and fondled. They plucked and caressed and stroked. First slowly. And then, her eyes closing and her chin lifting, faster, more urgently. Wary of a trick, I put a round in her beautiful breast—THOCK—and then one in the other—THOCK. Her body squirmed to the impact and her eyes shot open to the shock of her trauma. But she never stopped her ministrations.
ULTIMATE PLEASURE
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cornering her in her safe house, her pistol out of ammo, the ever-present cigarette dangling from painted lips, I was about to put the gangster Paola away for good. but then she begged a favor. "Please, Kevin. My Darling. Let me cum one last time before you kill me." Her hand inching between her legs, she began to tune herself up. Who was I to deny this, or deny myself the pleasure of watching.
FUCKED IN DISBELIEF
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into her!
FUCKED IN DISBELIEF
KillingPaula
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examining the wounds, knowing they were fatal, she couldn’t accept she’d been bested: violated sexually like the Italian slut she was and destroyed by a more deadly and skilled opponent. She shook with shame, growled in pain and anger, grunted to her life leaking form her. She gave me a lost and beaten look, as if to say: how could this happen? How can it end like this? I let the facts sink in. I waited for the humiliation of her destruction to settle in her mind. Then I emptied my magazine
