Its disgusting. But I want to kiss Natalie Hershlag.
I want to hold her face static as she struggles and I want to merge my lips frantically against hers. She wears a thin blouse that hides only the extreme subtleties of her breasts against my ribs, her lower back trapped in my damaging hands.
My penis skyrockets as the thoughts pass through my mind: I'm infiltrating this filthy kike. I can taste her Jewish perfidity on my tongue. It's like beastiality to me, but I am engaging myself with a beast much my equal.
I open my eyes after a few seconds of vertical rubbings of my tongue on her cheek. Her soulless jew-beads are shining widely and ashamedly back at me.
"What's this? Can Jews be cute, too?"
For a second my heart lapses to the sweet feeling of a young courter's as he takes first sight of a novel lass of whom he immediately attributes perfection. But I quickly correct myself; her heart may beat as mine, her brain may perform similar tasks to my brain, her glands may secrete the same hormones and our neurokinetics might match..... but beneath that flesh is a dark, Jewish core of wretched evil that cannot be allowed to prosper.
Her blouse is easily torn off, her legs easily parted. I **** her, throw her to the ground, land a few glorious Aryan punches on her cheek, and cum wide across her face, all in less than 5 minutes.
Her whimpers fade as I tidy myself up, straightening my blazer and tie. One last look at the bloody lump lying a few feet from me gives no real conclusions; she might be dead, or perhaps just silent and broken. It concerns me only so far as I hadn't planned on killing her, perhaps not gauging my own strength could be considered a weakness. I walk away.
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