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The sun is about to set, and Sasha Fox hates being alone at home with darkness surrounding her; the house making strange noises startling here. She's chatting with a friend on the phone about her worries. Ironically, she should have been paying attention, leaving her ears clear or she would have heard me breaking in through the backdoor. Completely unaware, I creep up behind her; using the ditch of my elbow and clasping it ...

( This is a custom video fantasy request, brought to life, to inquire about your own & discuss rates email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail . com *remove all spaces* )

The sun is about to set, and Sasha Fox hates being alone at home with darkness surrounding her; the house making strange noises startling here. She's chatting with a friend on the phone about her worries. Ironically, she should have been paying attention, leaving her ears clear or she would have heard me breaking in through the backdoor. Completely unaware, I creep up behind her; using the ditch of my elbow and clasping it against her neck. She chokes for air for a few moments before the tightening of my grip causes her to lose indisposed. Little does she know this is only the beginning. With my gleaming, sleek, black latex gloves I plan on playing my favorite game with Sasha, truly the only reason I entered her home. I have no plans of robbing her material items. I want something more precious and of value. I want the very breath from her lungs. Her eyes will bulge out of her skull, her body squirming and desperate, and I merely will look back at her frightened expression with a smile on my lips. Until she takes her last breath, I will not be satisfied.