Exterminating Lara Croft Lara Croft has been in some tough situations before, but this may be the worst. Tied to a chair, a cruel man slaps her around, demanding that she tell him the location of a sacred artifact. Each time she refuses, he hits her again, the force of the blow snapping her head around and causing her massive boobs to shake. Waving his gun in her face, he continues to threaten and intimidate, leering obscenely at her impressive cleavage and long, smooth legs. Pulling out his stiff cock, he tells her that the only way she will survive is if she sucks his dick. At first, she is shocked by his lewd demand, but before she knows it, he has grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoves his throbbing pole down her throat. Fearful that he will make good on his threat, she attempts to suck and lick at the immense slab of meat, but he proceeds to skull fuck her. The head of his cock repeatedly punches the back of her throat, causing her to gag and choke, gasping for air and drool spilling out of her mouth, making her chin and chest slick with spit. Suddenly, she feels his cock grow even harder and then pulse as it pumps load after load of salty, slimy cum into her mouth. Her face screws up in revulsion, but, even as she sputters and spits, the man punches her unconscious. When she wakes, she is still tied, but now lies on a filthy mattress, her shorts gone, her cunt exposed and vulnerable. Looking around, desperate to escape, the man returns before she can even stand. He gloats, showing her the artifact he has managed to obtain, even without her help. Once more pulling his thick cock out, he leaps upon her, prying her legs apart and forcing himself inside of her tight snatch. He fucks her brutally, throwing her this way and that, plunging deep inside her, while she is helpless to do little more than cry out and whimper at her rough treatment. Picking her up off the mattress, he bends her over, on top of a nearby table and, digging his fingers into the soft, round swell of her hips, pounds into her savagely, while she begs incoherently, overwhelmed by her agonizing violation. At last, he tires of her pitiful cries and, placing his gun to her head, blows her brains out. Silence follows the echo of gunfire, and the man continues to plow into her snug pussy. He flips her over, limp legs flopping to either side of his body as he buries himself deeper inside her, a pool of blood leaking from her head wound, matting her hair with viscous ooze. He pulls out at the moment of his release, covering her flat belly with a coating of slime. Walking away with his precious artifact, he leaves Miss Croftâs fucked corpse in the squalid chamber, exposed and beaten, never to be found.
