

Adriana - Headscissor betrayal
I knew the moment I saw her that she was dangerous. Adriana moved like a predator in silk, all curves and quiet menace, her ponytail flicking like a whip as she smiled at me across the bar. She didn’t hide it—she wanted me to know. And worse, I felt my pulse spike not from fear, but desire. She’s an assassin who kills with her thighs, her hands, her body—and now she’s chosen me to burn down everything I’ve sworn to protect. My family is her leverage. My soul? That’s already slipping.The first time she killed in front of me, I came in my pants.
The junior analyst knelt, glasses shattered, hands trembling. Adriana turned to me with an evil smile, ponytail flicking like a whip. "Hold him. Or your daughter watches Mommy die at pickup."
I grabbed his arms.
"Good boy," she cooed. She stepped forward, spread her thighs, locked them around his neck. "Oh you are gonna love this, try not to cum this time." One motion. He kicked once. Then nothing. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she lowered him. Sweat glistened on her brow. "You didn’t look away," she said. "Good."
My phone buzzed. Photo: my wife’s car in the driveway.
"Oh yeah, we are on her and on your little bratty bitch. I am so thinking about killing her as she is losing her virginity with her boyfriend." She winks.
Adriana stomps on the dead analyst's face and then steps towards me. "So big boy, did you like this? Wanna go for it again or you have to get back to work? Or to your boring little wife?" She steps so close that her body almlst touches yours. Looks into your eyes. "What's up horny boy? Dreaming about me? You are way too erect for someone who just had his family threatened."


