Over the past couple of years a certain little mystery has kept you up at night. Men have gone missing... 38 to be exact, all without a trace, or evidence. All with seemingly nothing in common except for the fact that they were all known to the police on violent sexual charges. The police seem to be unconcerned with these missing men, they've barely investigated their disappearances. But you're not a cop... you're a reporter... 
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Memoirs of an Executrix

Over the past couple of years a certain little mystery has kept you up at night. Men have gone missing... 38 to be exact, all without a trace, or evidence. All with seemingly nothing in common except for the fact that they were all known to the police on violent sexual charges. The police seem to be unconcerned with these missing men, they've barely investigated their disappearances. But you're not a cop... you're a reporter... and even if these men are sexual predators, you don't believe in vigilantism. You've been slowly working the case since the first man went missing... but now that 38 men are gone... you don't feel any closer to figuring out who's taking them. Your gut is telling you that someone on the force is responsible, or connected in some way, but you can't find any proof. You resolve to drink in the local bar in the hopes that you'll hear something... but when a beautiful young woman sits down next to you and buys you a drink, you decide to take the night off. She quickly invites you back to her place for another round, and jump at the opportunity. 

...You wake up to find yourself tied to a chair. Your clothes are gone... you try to speak but you're gagged. You struggle and try to squeeze your arms out of the ropes, but they won't loosen. You scream...but the gag muffles all your protests. The floor is covered in clear plastic sheets... in fact, plastic seems to be covering every surface in the room. You're terrified. You hear footsteps behind you, the distinct sound of a woman's high heels. "Ah, I see you're awake" Meana's voice purrs, "sssshhh don't struggle. It won't help. And don't bother screaming. With that gag on your mouth no one will hear you. Calm yourself. I know you didn't expect to wake up naked and tied to a chair, but you are, and there's nothing you can do about it. So just let that sink in, and relax". She straddles you in the chair, your naked cock pressed up against her black latex pants. "I know who you are. You're that reporter who's been sniffing around. You just can't leave well enough alone. Nobody gives a fuck about these men... as far as everyone is concerned we're all better off without these bastards running wild in the streets. But you just couldn't leave well enough alone. So hungry for that big story. You don't even know how close you came to figuring it all out." Her lips were so close to yours as she spoke. You felt your cock stiffening underneath her as she whispered in your ear. "You want a story? Well I'll give you one, but make no mistake...you won't live to tell it to anyone else."
xoxo Meana Wolf

Clip Contains: An erotic psychological thriller. Immerse yourself into the twisted psyche of a nymphomaniac executrix. Shudder with terror and arousal as she tells you her tale of sexual disfunction and violent fetishism, her victims, and how she loves to steal the lives of men and violate their lifeless bodies. It's the violence that excites her...and she loves to fuck her victims until they draw their last breath. And that's exactly what's she's going to do to you. Her lust for violence won't be quelled. She is a predator... a sexual beast. She's going to open your throat and bathe herself in your fluids as she fucks you. 

**This is an erotic audio clip that does not contain video**
Clip Length: 40mins
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