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As soon as Michael’s front door slammed shut, Sarah’s demeanour changed. She still seemed gentle and concerned. But she became fascinated with his wounds, as if she were drawn to them. Her fingers softly glided around the jagged edges of the holes in the same way that a lover touches their partner’s warm body. Michael winced as sharp waves of pain shot through him. He looked irritably at her beautiful face. Her expression showed unmistakable ecstasy and attraction. She was getting turned on by caressing his mangled, bloody lacerations.
“Are you…” he paused.
One of Sarah’s legs swung over his torso. She straddled him, sinking her warm hips into his own. Her hands travelled across his body. They rubbed his wounds and slunk down his chest before slowing moving back up to his neck. She wrapped her fingers around it and lightly choked him. She wanted to hurt him. Predatory instinct mixed with powerful lust was bursting from her face.
Michael reached up and went along with her, unzipping Sarah’s tight black leather top as she moved closer to him. With her hands wrapped tightly around his neck, she kissed him as her zipper reached the bottom of her jacket, aggressively biting his tongue. Cutting pain made him jerk in protest, which turned her on even more. She raised her torso. A twisted smile formed on her face as she pulled her arms through her leather top, allowing it to drop to the floor. With her large shapely breasts revealed, she stopped to let him look at them. He grabbed them and pulled her back to him, moving the curves toward his face. After caressing and exploring them with his mouth and tongue, he inflicted agony on her by biting her nipples. She inhaled in pleasure as she felt his teeth bite into her skin.
Sarah leaned back up, reaching her arms down between her legs. She unbuckled Michael’s belt while he lay on the blood-stained floor. Corpses covered in dried crimson surrounded them. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down slightly, along with his underwear. Then she peeled off her tight leather pants, grabbed his penis, and plunged herself onto him. She sunk down until he was deep inside her.
Both killers exhaled in shared elation as Sarah began moving up and down until she found a rhythm. She scratched Michael’s torso, leaving deep red marks. Then she leaned down and whispered “Choke me,” into his ear with a sultry tone. Surprised, he did as he was asked, shooting his hands up to her neck. She prompted him to use more force. He did so, nearly strangling her. The sadomasochistic woman moved her hands down to his neck and violently choked him too. He didn’t enjoy this, and had to say so.
“Don’t choke me so hard,” Michael demanded.
She obeyed him, loosening her grip. She steadily increased her hips’ speed and power, which rose to a crescendo. Then she stopped suddenly, both of them simultaneously climaxing. She writhed on top of him in orgasm until she collapsed on the floor next to him, exhausted and satiated. She seemed to not care that she was lying on dead bodies as she caught her breath.