PKF Studios-PSYCHO SHOWER SLASHER IV SHOWER OF BLOOD
Psycho Shower Slasher IV SHOWER OF BLOOD. Starring Valentina Nappi and Miles
Home from a lengthy day of work, Valentina takes off her cheerleader uniform. She misses the days of being an actual cheerleader for her high college football crew. Things were so much lighter then. She wonders what Brad is up to these days. All the ladies on the crew dreamed him but he was always so aloof. She could have sworn she witnessed him at the night club tonight. Someone undoubtedly glided more buck bills than usual on stage and she thought she eyed a habitual face out in the crowd.
She counts the money in her garters. Damn, Whoever that was undoubtedly had a thing for cheerleaders. Nothing like an effortless day at work. Time for a douche tho'. She's adorned in sweat and the thrilled spittle of strangers.
As Valentina wraps herself in her towel, thinking about what vid she'll observe tonight over a solo microwaved dinner, she hears something. A noise. She heads outside to sight, but observes nothing. Must be the neighbor kids. It's getting close to Halloween and they've been additional tumultuous in their enlivenment to funk each other. But still, something perceives amiss.
She goes to the bathroom, the water gets sizzling promptly and she gets in. Ah, how stellar a super-steamy bathroom perceives after a lengthy day of being ogled. She washes herself scrupulously, the soap sliding over her nude, sensual bod and carrying away the daily mud and grime down the drain.
While pruning her gams, Valentina nicks her shin. Crap. These fresh blades are acute. She cleans the blood off. It bites, but blood is such a killer color. If only she could be bathed in that color sans the agony that comes with it of course.
She's so preoccupied with this self-inflicted wound that she doesn't notice the ample, bulky dude in a towheaded periwig coming at her with a giant kitchen knife. After what seems like a few slow motion minutes, he lunges at her, slamming the knife into her pecs. She shrieks, thrashing about, but the blood loss makes her sense powerless and she glides down to the bathroom floor. Her wonderful slips his blade throughout her hatch and disappears.
Left to die on the bathroom floor, soaked in that color she enjoys so much. It's the color of her uniform. If she wasn't dying she might have laughed about cleaning the blood off her pruning cut. As she dies, her bladder extracts, turning the blood a strangely sexy orange color. That crimson is so mind-blowing. She missed being a cheerleader. She wonders what Brad is up to these days.
Runtime : 16min 1s
File Size : 331 MB
Resolution : 768x432