Lisa walked fast on the empty street. It was late. Street lights were dim. She wore a tight white shirt and jeans. Under the shirt was her favorite black bra. It held her big, soft boobs tight. Her boobs were full and round. Men always stared. She felt them bounce a little when she walked quick. Her pussy was shaved smooth. She liked feeling clean. Her ass was round and firm. She did not know someone watched her every step for many weeks.

The man waited in the shadow. Tall. Strong. Eyes dark like night. He wanted her. Not just to fuck. He wanted to own her. Break her. Love her in the sickest way. He called it love. His dick got hard just thinking of her pussy, her boobs, her tight ass.