Fantasy Snuff club

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On the impalement cross her mother was gagging and grunting. She appeared to be shuddering as well; perhaps she was cumming too? Mr. Rick had pulled out of her cunt. Now it appeared as though the metal post running through her body had become electrified.

Carrie tipped her head back further, struggling to retrieve that last big breath she was ever going to acquire. Then she was hit hard again by a devastating orgasm. She cried out as she struggled to catch her breath.

The water was getting high; she really had to stretch upward. The water was… it was almost to… she had to catch one more… one last breath!

Inhaling deeply, she tipped her head forward, looking out of the glass. Bubbles trickled out of her nose and gaping maw. She saw the spectators watching her impending demise with great anticipation… watched the sadistic woman known as Mistress Am appear eager to snuff her sweet ass.

There was no point tipping her head back in trying to obtain another breath. The water had risen well above her head. The tank was filling faster now.

Carrie was jolted again by the posts in her holes, causing her to lose more air out of her nose and mouth. The speed of their thrusting intensified. Carrie knew she would not be able to hold her breath much longer, certainly not like this.

She looked over to see the tip of the metal pole slowly emerge out of her mother’s mouth. Cassandra’s head was tipped back, gleaming metal slickened with bodily fluids protruding out past her lips. She was jerking and shuddering as though she was being fried from the inside out. Carrie’s snuff-slut mother was dying gloriously!

Carrie cried out from an orgasm of her own. She lost her breath in a huge burst of bubbles. Mistress Am appeared to be furiously rubbing her crotch.