Rock comes in an apartment carefully, a pistol stringing up out of his back pocket. He rummages around searching through cabinets and drawers. He hears a noise and panics, the gun falls out of his pocket as he bolts for a closet.
Ivy comes homes and sits down on her bed, rummaging through a meaty shoulder bag. Rock eyes the pistol, waiting for the right moment. Ivy wedges her bag down, she leave behind something and sheТs quite angry. She sees the gun on the ground and decides she should call the cops. She gets up and Rock bolts for the gun, picking it up and shoots her in the chest.
He drags her to the sofa and embarks caressing her. He rips her blouse and pulls off her micro-skirt and hooter-sling. He gently liquidates her high-heeled slippers and rubs her white pantyhose. He pulls off his pants and uses her feet to rub his fuck-stick. He takes off her tights and proceeds wanking himself off with her pretty, little feet.
He thrusts his spear down her jaws as she begs him to stop. He takes off her stockings and commences plumbing her hard. He bends her over and plumbs her more before returning her back to her back. After a few minutes she starts to fade, struggling to breath and soon she is dead and limp. He pokes her firmer knowing this little whore is cute and dead, nutting inside of her.
He gets dressed, captures his gun, and leaves her there.