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His throat was slit, mouth agape, penis now flaccid and sad as he lay naked on the floor, blood staining the bunched up cream rug.
I looked at Seb, horrified. He knew Erik was a favourite of mine – I released a choked sob.
Seb was fisting his cock in front of my face and, as I looked up to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing, he released his hot cum all over my chest. I gasped and looked down.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. WRONG with you Sebastien?!” I cried. Seb didn’t respond, instead, focussing on pulling trousers up and tucking his shirt in; straightening himself up.