He moves up and unzips his pants pulling his rock hard hot throbbing shaft from it's covering. He rubs it over her grimacing face leaving a small trail of pre-cum on her cheek. Once across the lips and then he stations himself between her legs and lifts her knees around him as her hips squirm. Slowly he stretches her as he enters her for one last time. He begins to move his hard shaft in and out of her with machine precision. Driving deep into her, her breasts jiggle the fabric of her T-Shirt. One breast covered with almost totally with red wetness, the wet fabric sticking to what remains of her nipple. The other side showing a hard nipple straining to rip through the fabric.
As he drills deep into her, the redness from the two belly wounds slowly meets as her breath becomes raspy and short. He claws into her hips as he raises them and as she takes her last gasp and her eyes dialate and fix on his in an eternal stare, he spews a huge load of hot seman into her now closed sperm vault. He withdraws and wipes himself on the tail of her t-shirt. Robert picks up her jeans and panties and lays them on top of her dead body. Slipping a strong arm under her back and knees he picks up her limp body and carries it to the basement where the incinerator is for the apartment complex. The incinerator is nearly full of trash and he stuffs her body and clothes in with them and closes the door. He then pushes the button on the wall and starts the fire that will fully dispose of her body. Upstairs again, Robert picks up Felicia's purse and takes it to his closet. He pushes open a small hidden door and a concealed compartment opens and he puts the purse with the nine others that line the inside. He may be a dreamer after all, but he is also a collector who likes memorabilia of his dreams.
