Pretty Girl ♡

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"You like that, don't you pretty girl." I growl into her ear as I slowly thrust my cock in and out of her wet pussy from behind, her arms are pinned at her lower back giving me the momentum I need to drive my cock deep into her over and over. "Please!" She cries into the dirt as I hold her head down enjoying how she doesn't quite understand.. she's fucking wet! Yet, Pretty girl isn't the first and she definitely won't be the last female I put my cock in like this.. but I'll be her last. "Please what?" I groan as I feel her pussy clench around me and my cock beginning to throb wanting it's release.
She doesn't answer me so I slam hard and deep into her making her scream out instead and I look down between us watching my dick disappear into her tightness and its enough to send me over along with her pleading.
I pull out of her sticky pussy and spit down onto her ass making her freeze and try to shake her head. "Please, no! Not there" she cries hysterical but her words fall on death ears as I position my cock at her pocketed hole as I push the tip in slowly at first feeling her tight ass gripping me like a vice. "Relax pretty girl" I coo making her cry harder as she tenses futher making me sigh fustratedly and slam my dick straight into her ass as I yank her back onto me taking my hole length as she screams out a ear splitting cry but I don't stop. I continue my merciless fucking chasing my orgasm as I feel my balls drawing up quickly and my muscles tensing and I grip her wrists tighter as I thrust a few more time before I'm spilling into the pretty girls tight ass with a satisfying groan. I come down from my high listening to her pleads falling from her tongue and her heavy breathing is the only thing I can hear in the late night surroundings.
I pull my cock out of her and stand watching as my cum slowly oozes from her puckered hole making me smile as I tuck my cock away and pull out my serrated knife.
I lean over and roll her onto her back and she looks at me with tears streaming down her face but she seems to of gone somewhere else in her head. I let my eyes trail down her naked body before dropping over her and sitting over her but she doesn't try to fight me. "Where's the pretty one gone?" I ask looking over her tapping her temple while I lean closer to her face and she blinks a few times. "Kill me, I don't wanna be here anyway" she says and I raise my brow at her. That's a first and I can't seem to bring my knife up. Why? Why can't I press the blade the her throat and watch as she sprays blood from the jagged edges. Why?
"What could be wrong with a pretty girl like you" I say and smirk down at her. Why am I even having a conversation with her. Kill her, dammit!
I force my hand up to her throat and press the blade to her. "If you don't. I will" she says lifting her head off the ground to push it into the knife and my hand begins to shake. What the fuck is wrong with me? Kill her! Now!
"Why?" I find myself asking as I pull the knife back from her and she furrows her brows. "What? You rape me and now you have questions!?" She says tears now drying and she looks determined suddenly. Good..
"Answer the question" I demand and she sighs looking up at the black sky that's free of stars tonight making it extra dark and gloomy. "If it wasn't you, I'd be someone else" she just says and looks back at me scanning my face like she's waiting for a response but I don't know what to say.. what the fuck does she mean? Why do I care? I don't! Kill her then!
"You didn't need to rape me, you could of bought me a drink and maybe see what happened" she says as I stare down at her my mind swirling and I frown. What did she just say?
"What?" I question and she sighs.
"I said what I said. Now Kill me or get off me" she says and I can't help my laugh and I move my hand, shooting it forward towards her and ripping out her throat. There, dead!
I sigh as I hear a mocking laughter in my head and look down at the pretty girl bleeding out as she cups her throat. But there's no use, she'll die like the rest of them.
I sigh heavily as I stand back up wiping my knife off on the back of my thigh before putting it back into it's sheath turning as slowly walking in the opposite direction. I need to get our of here.

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