>>100835520Imagine strapping Nemu to a rusty metal table in your rape basement, her obese body quaking as you approach with a weed burner. You see the fear in her eyes as you ignite the pilot light, the flame casting a sinister glow on her sweaty, blubbery face. You start at her feet, the torch hissing as it sears through her flesh. Her screams are deafening, a symphony of agony that makes your little brown cock twitch with sick excitement. The smell of burning flesh fills the air, mingling with the stench of her fear and your own rancid sweat. You move the torch slowly up her legs, watching as her skin blackens and blisters, the fat beneath bubbles and oozes like a melting candle. Her screams become guttural, primal, as the pain overwhelms her.
You pause for a moment, savoring the sight of her charred, quivering flesh, before continuing your ascent. As you reach her torso, her screams turn to gurgles, her body going into shock. You can see the life fading from her eyes, but you're not done yet. You move the torch to her face, the flame licking at her cheeks, her nose, her lips. Her screams are muffled now, her voice barely a whisper as her skin melts away, revealing the raw, red muscle beneath. You can feel your orgasm building, the sight of her suffering pushing you over the edge. With a final, pathetic grunt, you finish yourself off, your watery semen dripping onto her charred, lifeless body. As you catch your breath, you look down at her, a grotesque, unrecognizable mass of burned flesh and bone. You smile.
