Nickey has just fled her own wedding. What was supposed to be the happiest day of her life has become wrath and sorrow. She thought she could neglect her fiancйТs many indiscretions, but now that the day has come, she realized that she just couldnТt go thru with it. The husband-to-be comes in the apartment, decided to salvage the day and whatever is left of their relationship. Nickey shouts at him, saying him that she knows about the other girls, his petty vices and his fatherТs biz overseas.
The last comment makes him increase in size cold. The biz is something that she should not know about. His clenched forearms go to her mouth, surrounding it and wringing, guaranteeing her muffle, constantly. Her eyes and hatch open broad, desperate for even a single breath of air. Her forearms drill against him, gams kneeing, her wedding sundress a flurry of satin and frill, rustling on the sofa. The fellow holds her by the neck, the muscles of his hands trussed cock-squeezing, until Nickey is lifeless and still.
Part of his murderous fury stemmed from NickeyТs insistence that they wait until their wedding night for their very first time together. A night that will never come. Reaching under the many layers of milky fabric of her wedding sundress, he pulls her underpants off and opens up her gams, revealing her jummy beaver. Submerging his head inbetween her lengthy gams, the would-be groom gobbles and stings at her enjoy cavern. Whipping out his rigid weenie, he thrusts it into NickeyТs cock-squeezing opening and uses her as his rightful possession.
Her dead eyes gawp blindly, while the stud inspects the innards of her cootchie, her bod wiggling under the weight of his shoves. Standing up, he pulls NickeyТs figure into a sitting posture and, using her hair as a treat, thrusts his spunk-pump inbetween her utter lips and pokes her face. Her dead facehole is too much for him and it isnТt lengthy before he blows a blast, pumping out molten jism down her facehole and spilling down her chin and cheek. There he leaves her corpse, still in the wedding gown, snatch unsheathed and ball butter ginormous on her face, a day of festivity revved to tragedy.