Cassandra, or Cassie as she was called, had long blonde hair that fell loosely on her shoulders and hung over her tits. So hard, that with each thrust, blood squirted from her mouth and from her wound. She lapped it up like a cat with cream and then began passionately kissing Jeff again. He pushed it deep into Cassie's vagina, slicing through it like a knife through butter.
Blood gushed forth, as her uterus gave way to the knife's ready blade.
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