I twisted the knife back and forth before pulling it out, leaving a ragged wound in her neck. I looked down my own blood spattered body and saw that cock was up in my view, very aroused and with the bloodied glans already purple-engored with a bit of pre-cum slicking the tip. Village sex I was crying, but neither sad nor happy. Pamela thrashed on the bed hard enough her throat came out from under my hand, her rent windpipe flooded with the thick blood she coughed up, spattering her face and the already bloody sheet behind her head. I moved quietly to Pamela at the left side of the bed and gently pulled down the single sheet she was sleeping under. I twisted the knife back and forth before pulling it out, leaving a ragged wound in her neck. Pamela thrashed violently, her bloody hands again clutching at her torn throat, her legs kicking and her whole
