One's last minutes of life may be spent fighting for breath under undulating hips, with the sklurp of slimy pussy in one's ears, the tight but tender grasp of gorgeous thighs, and somehow, rather far above one, there's the gasp and moan of an executrix in orgasmic ecstasy. One's lungs are burning! When she presses one's head down firmly with her hand, can one's demise be far behind? Now it's so dark! Wait! Did she actually say "DIE"? Getting weaker....
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