memoirs of a murderer || h.s

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She was so beautiful on the pole, like one of those ceramic ballerina, twisting around and around, her skin glistened with sparkles as she strut towards me. Her palm touched the glass delicately while her eyes were cat like and laced with a lustful hallucinogen.

She was Cleopatra amongst the slaves of her beauty. Her box that kept her safe from unwanted touches from the slobs that call themselves men had a trim. On the LED trim on the top and bottom was, to touch cost $500,000 private room $1,000,000. Such beauty breaks wallets. I wanted her so I bought her.

I thought she'd look more mesmerizing with my hands sculpted tightly around her neck. Lips glossy, eyes lustful, her wet pussy on my black slacks soaking through the material.

She smiled at me when I pursuded my fantasies. Bizzare. She wasn't trying to scratch at me or gouge my eyes out. Infact, what she said to me was what made my dick twitch in my trousers.

"Tighter, please." she said proudly with a lisp on the end of her please. I added more strength into my grip and I could have sworen she orgasmed.

I grinned like a mad man on a rampage. Throwing her to the couch of the small room, I locked the door to make sure no one would bother us.

At the moment I turned around, she was face down, ass up. No bra. No panties. Completely stripped to perfection. I think I found her; the girl I want to watch.

"Darling, I want you to touch yourself." my voice boomed from every wall of the private room. I took heavy steps towards the bed while rolling up the sleeves of my red fitted-button down.

She looked at me a bit muddled, but began to rub her clit and fingering herself. The moans that drifted from her effervescent lips sounded so impure; it was tainted music to my ears.

I knelt behind her unbuckling my trousers to prevent her sins from staining my pants further. Laid against my tattoos and v-line hugged my calvin klein boxers with my bulge ready to have its feast. I put my hands on her hips, and began to grind deep into her vulgor lips.

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Maybe I blanked out in lust because from distant memory, I only remember her moaning out in pure indulgence as she looked oh so dashing in all her glory.

Just thinking about it woke me up wanting a round two but I looked to my right on the bed and there she laid. Short lived beauty was now dead.

Smiling to myself, " It was nice having your last memory." I got dressed in my suit and left the money in her hand on the bed.

Bye, darling.

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