You donāt want to kill meā or so you say. Thereās just something about that moment.. whether itās the drugs, or the pain, or you not removing your hand from my throat quick enoughā that moment. Right then when I black out, and go so⦠still, limp, empty quiet, pliant. Yours. An extension. One that still grips your cock so tightly as you use my unconscious body⦠it does something of you.
More than anything else.
āYou look so pretty, just like this,ā you say.
And I believe you.
I always believe you.













