My daughter Claire was sweet Part two

Maria was exhausted from our fucking and her lack of oxygen, of course, but I could have cared less how she felt. I wanted more of her and I felt myself hardening again. I reached for the tape covering her mouth and ripped it off. I laughed at the look of pain on her pretty face. I growled, “Kiss me, cunt, and make it convincing, it may save your life!”
Maria did just that. She purred, “No man has ever made me feel like you do, Saud!” She laid a lip lock on me like none I had experienced in years. Our tongues danced the tango, then a waltz, then a classic fandango. She was Ginger Rogers to my Fred Astaire! Yes, psychopaths and sexual predators like me watch the old movies too.
I had a thought there should be a law against snuffing beautiful little cunts like Maria for a moment of insane sexual pleasure. Oh, wait, the laws are on the books, I thought, but evil, sadistic bastards like me ignore them. Before you condemn me, remember I had already breathed life back into Maria once that day. Yes, I’m also the asshole who had beaten her unconcious, put tape over her mouth and the plastic bag over her head and suffocated her near death while raping her, but there’s no need to be so critical. I had also given the little cunt the big O of her short lifetime that day, hadn’t I?
While you’re feeling so sympathetic toward me I will admit my next demand of sweet Maria was anal sex.