His hands were already on her, the last shreds of clothing having long since been removed from himself. The length of that beautiful blade she wielded was just tantalizing inches out of reach. If she could have reached it, she might have been able to put the world out of his collective misery. At the same time, though, the wet sounds of slapping attended low growls from the man behind her. It was almost like he made sure she could almost reach for it, as if to tease her 'you came to me.'

Meat pushed lewdly into her ass, pounding while one hand kept a firm, painful grip on the strands of her beautiful, long hair. He was yanking it just hard to keep her facing straight forward. His other hand still held the old, familiar pistol in his fingers, languidly and casually while the fabric of her skirt was forced to swish back and forth. It, and her stockings were just about the only thing he'd left covering what was left of her decency.

"Mmmmh, we really must keep meeting like this, my dear," he chortled.