I stood there watching her staring eyes film over, my shaky knees barely keeping me up as I recovered from the unexpected thrill. I slapped my right hand down over Penelope’s mouth, thumb under her chin to shove and tilt her head back across the neck roll she used instead of a pillow. Milf porn (Knife Sadistic)
An hour after yet another round of one-sided sex I was no less sure there was no love left, just frustration and pain. Penelope’s thrashing was weakening, and I let go to lean over her, gripping her hair with my bloody hands to turn her face towards mine. She barely had time for the first sound of some hand-muffled exclamation before I used my full strength to drive the knife down into the center of her throat. Our marriage had become just work, my taking care of her for little in return. Penelope’s increasing disabilities as a 350 sick fat woman had reduced what had been our active sex life to her wanting more than she could handle.
