“Mmmmmmm” Gianna moaned, as Ricky rode her. His dick rubbed up and down her G-spot just the way she liked. Her cheeks and ears flushed red with blood.
“Uh uh uh uh. Oooooooooohhhhh” she closed her eyes in pleasure.
Ricky’s gleaming knife crept up beneath her throat.

When her own mother had been retired, Gianna had been in the front row watching. She’d seen the tears of joy roll down her face as she was beheaded… and her meat at the festival feast had been the most succulent thing she’d ever tasted. The memories had been a strength to her in the hard times. She had lived a good life, and been a good mother to Gianna. She had deserved her retirement more than anyone in the world.

Ricky’s dick spasmed inside Gianna, spraying her vagina with his potent seed. His warmth brought her over the edge… Her muscles contracted, and squeezed at his cock, just as she always did when she came. Ricky knew his wife better than anyone.

His knife sliced through Gianna’s trachea, and she could feel the tears flow from her face like she’d always wanted them too. Only they weren’t ones of joy like she’d expected.

It hurt so bad, and she could barely breathe. Every gasp was a rattling agony. Gianna didn’t know what she had expected of her quick execution… but it wasn’t this.