Her vision blurs and her limbs go limp as you cut off all oxygen to her brain. She feels herself slipping away, losing consciousness as the pain in her throat and chest slowly begin to recede. Her ass continues to clamp down around your cock, squeezing out every last drop of pleasure from her final moments.

The room falls silent except for the music, now the only indication that Henrietta was ever alive at all.

You feel a strange sense of satisfaction and emptiness as you realize what you've done. It was supposed to be a pity date, but somehow it turned into this twisted act of violence and degradation. Standing over Henrietta's lifeless body, her beautiful eyes staring up at nothing, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt mixed with the thrill of power.

You leave her room without saying anything, quietly closing the door behind you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pull her head down by her hair, exposing her quivering, wet pussy to your hard cock. She opens her mouth and eagerly takes your shaft between her lips, sucking and licking as she's never done before. The taste is salty and musky, familiar yet foreign on her tongue. "Mmm..." she moans around you, feeling the heat of your cock spread through her mouth and ignite the flames of desire burning within her.

Her eyes widen at first, then narrow with desire as she feels your cock pulse in her mouth, filling it with hot, salty piss. She swallows eagerly, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her lips part slightly around you, encouraging the flow of piss as she moans around your shaft. The bitter tang of urine heightens the ache between her legs, making her squirm and writhe in need for more.