Three hours later, I was finally done. Having seeded the prim and proper meteorologist four times, I had spent all my pent-up lust for the petite beauty. I lay on her for a few minutes, feeling her breath and listening to her cry in shame.
When I pulled my drooling baby maker out, I smiled as she curled up into the fetal position. I have stolen her prized treasure. I dressed slowly, still looking her over, pleased with the sight of her tan body soiled with my c*m as she lay on her blood-stained sheets.
I took her silk panties and stuffed them in my pocket as a souvenir. I lean over the trembling beauty to taunt her. I then left the sobbing beauty to herself, locking the door behind me as I left.
The news broadcast the next night was without the star meteorologist, with a temporary repla
