Down her throat

Her tight juicy cleavage brings you right to the edge.

Then, disregarding Kelly's wishes, you grab a handful of her hair and shove your cock between her lips. Groans of protest combine with her coughing and **** as you invade her throat and pump it full of semen. She scrambles to claw at your hands that clutch her head, but you barely feel it from the middle of your orgasm.

You just hold her there for a long moment. Each muscle clenches and relaxes to pump in every last drop.

You barely notice her hands cease their clawing. In general, her body movements all reduce to what feel like involuntary pulses. You look down to see vacant, bleary eyes.

Suddenly all of Kelly's weight slumps onto you. You have to push on both her head and chest and struggle to get your dick out of her throat.

At first you don't know what to do . . . but decide to gently lay her down.

You wonder if you've killed her.

A prickling coldness washes over you - like an icy ocean of needles. The dread of not being able to undo this begins to **** you. Panic threatens.

Frantically, you lean down and listen for her breath.

You try for a moment, but realize you first need to stop your own hyperventilation. You suck in a breath and hold your ear to her lips... but all you hear is your heart.. thudding like a battering ram. You strain yourself to hear through it but come up empty.

Throwing that idea out, you lift a thin lock of her hair - it's difficult to find some that's still dry - and lay it across her mouth and nose. You watch carefully.

There is a subtle shifting of hairs. You keep watching to make sure.

Then let out a sigh of relief.

You just sit there for a moment. Sort of dumbstruck about what you just did. You know it was wrong to grab her hair like that, but you just _wanted _to so badly. It doesn't really matter because, you could always just claim the rest of her. Then, all of these atrocities would matter not... since everyone believes that you've always owned the things bearing your name.

All of this leads you to wondering..

Could you write the name on someone you've killed and getaway with it?

You forget that for now and try to focus on the matter at hand.

Kelly is passed out on the kitchen floor. She's naked. And she doesn't look like she's waking up soon.