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Her body looked fantastic, she was in her early 30s, with long legs, white lace panties and a white lace bra holding perfect breasts with beautiful looking skin. The steel meat cleaver shone in the light, glinting on its razor sharp cutting edge.
He was a muscular man in his early 40s but still with a very good body. He walked into the room naked, with his erection sticking out before him. She looked into his face and he looked down at his penis, back at her and nodded his acceptance. He walked over to the wooden bench and rested his penis onto it, pushing his pelvis up to the bench to get of much as it on there as possible. The penis was long, thick and veiny and the skin was a strong flesh colour. She stepped forward and rested her hand on his penis for a second. Then she stood side onto him and raised the cleaver. She looked amazing with the cleaver raised above her head, her long legs pleasantly muscular and her breasts slightly pushed together by her raised arm. He stood with his legs apart and fists clenched by his side. She brought the cleaver down with no emotion and severed his penis at the base, with the cleaver thudding into the wood. He staggered back slightly, feet still apart, hands still clenched, with every vein in his body standing out and his muscles taught; he flushed red in the face, looking down at his cum spurting from the short stub where his penis had been. She put her hand on the penis on the bench and rolled it back and forwards as she masturbated.
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