Thai Beauty Poopea Pons Takes Control of Her Patient.

That would keep her quiet for the ride home. Mom and son She didn’t want to go. The Van 2
Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. He pulled his pants down to his knees, pushed her unresisting legs apart, and without further preamble began to fuck her. A small pool of blood quickly accumulated at the bottom of the grave. It was the Friday before the girl’s vacation, almost 8:00pm. When they got about half way down she again tried to bolt for it, but of course she was shoeless and her arms being behind her back upset her balance. “It was nice to know you, Kristin,” he remarked, and dropped the spade-full of dirt. “Come on,” he said, slapping her on the ass, “out of the van.”
Her body shook with sobs, and she could barely respond. She didn’t have a car, but that was okay because she lived close enough that she could walk to work and school. Their gyrations were disrupting the walls of the grave, and little streams of dirt kept trickling down the sides. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and sneakers that showed off her shapely legs even better than the bikini she had on underneath. It was very difficult to achieve, but he liked to believe he came pretty close more often than not. “Hey hold on a second, I want to show you something.” He grabbed the tazer from the floor of the van and pointed it at her.