The sun was starting to set. The breeze was warm against her skin. The sand was tickling her toes. Everything was perfect.
She pushed him onto his back with a forceful kiss. He groped her, roughly. She smiled as she pulled back from his full lips and straddled him.
She unbuttoned her shirt to expose voluptous breasts with rock-hard nipples. He nuzzled into them, losing himself. This was going to be too easy.
She let him finish undressing her and roll her over to her back. Always the part of the submissive female. It came easy to her, surprisingly.
As he worked his way from her head to her feet with sloppy kisses, she ran the plan through her head as if it was an old silent movie.
Finally he was undressing himself and preparing for his “finest” hour. He quickly and efficiently entered her. She feigned interest, moaning and breathing briskly.
She waited until he was almost ready to complete his act. She wound her legs around his spine. Then without warning, drove a knife into his neck.