PKF Studios-Lure and Murder

Lure and Murder. Starring Lexxi. Directed By JohnM

Lexxi was a pretty, jummy, damsel. Briefly after high college, she moved close to one of her hottest mates in a petite school town. Here, she took some classes, lived in a puny studio room, and attempted to do some modeling on the side. Tonight, she was getting prepped to go out to a local club with her mate. She had a adorable sundress and underwear that she got to keep from her first-ever real photo-shoot. She was aroused.
But, her mate called and canceled. She determined she would go anyway, rather then linger home and sense sorry for herself. She fell back onto her couch and pleasured herself, then got clothed, putting on her lacy boulder-holder and ebony glitter tights before concluding with cute pumps. She was prepared to get successful tonight--she told herself.
Meantime, 2 brothers were initiating a plan that would hopefully get them some needed cash. The plan--have the junior step-brother cruise the club and bring home a rich female for ransom.
When he returned, the lady was already intensely under the effects of the drugs he slid into her gulp. He was so proud of himself. She was lightly the best damsel there and he figured, she had to have rich parents they way she was clad. His bro was not home, so he promptly worked on getting a tiny act before he returned.
On the bed, he sexually harassed her while she half protested, half let it happen. She did not completely know up from down at this point. She truly just dreamed to go home. It was not until he began forcing her down on his stiffy that she really embarked to scare.
Then, the senior bro stormed in and bankrupt it up. “Don’t penetrate with the merchandise”, he reminded his tiny brutha. She was wanting out of there at this point, but he rapidly, to junior brothers protestations, hit her down. Once unconscious, they got her on the sofa, unclothed her sundress off, then carried her off to the bedroom.
On the couch, they worked on securing her with handcuffs , restraints and ball gag. She might be there a while depending on how lengthy it took her rich parents to pay up.
She woke up and began protesting again, but he hopped up onto the sofa, sitting astride her and kicked her stiff in the face--she was unconscious again.
When he left the apartment to run an errand, the junior brutha took utter advantage of the situation. He spinned her over, touched her ginormous congenital fun bags, massaged her all over, finger-tickled her muff. She woke up again and prayed and prayed to be let go. He was about to plow her when his elderly bro came in and crushed him out of the apartment.
Now, alone with her, he grilled her for info about her family. She claimed they were scanty, so he kept bashing her to get her to fess up. She was in tears and anguish when he eventually completed with her. He was sure she was saying the truth now so he called his youthfull brutha back in and told him he had one shot with her.
So, he made the finest of it, knowing her time would be brief. He finger-tickled her and humped her every way and when he was done, left her curled up on the couch in sweat and tears.
Afterwards, he came back, determined he wished one more thing from her. She pleaded to be let go and he promised he would if she would give him a truly superb deep throat and let him spunk in her hatch. She knew she had to. It was the only way she would get out of this alive. All she dreamed was to go home, leave her studio and school and stir back home with her family.
She spent the next a few minutes possibly providing the greatest head of her life. At the end, he shot his red-hot, gloppy explosion into her gullet. She ball-gagged on it and coughed and spat it out, then fell to the floor in a ball, total of shame and ache.
Both brothers looked at her powerless, brutalized shape. Then, the elder brutha moved behind her with a cable, packaged it around her neck and spasmed her up onto the sofa. While he smothered her, his lil' step-brother finger-tickled the nymph.
She bucked and punched, attempted to pull him off, attempted to crush someone, anyone. She bucked against his frigs, banging them with her puss while being throttled. Her jaws was broad, eyes broad too. Her tongue caned out for air. There was none. The string dug into her skin, her face crimson. She was going to die her, and she knew it.
After a while, her figure weary, grimacing, bucking, gams stretched as tiny brutha finger penetrated her taut super-steamy coochie. She wanked and spasmed, her gam muscles locked....then she eased. Her bod was still. She was dead.
He flipped the dead tiny school gal off of him. He admired her supreme bootie and was a bit envious that his step-brother got to tap that a few times. They spinned her back over, left, her stretched out on the sofa, and went to get some dinner and set up a fresh plan.

Runtime : 44min 50s
File Size : 866 MB
Resolution : 640x480