I am known by many names, but most call me The Grim Reaper, the personification of the end of life, and the messenger who takes you to another world. I don't look the way you thought I would, but nonetheless, I'm a collector of souls just like yours. Don't bother begging for your life or going over what you did to be in this position, just get yourself ready for our journey. Don't struggle, there is no point. You're coming with me. Speaking of coming, I fasten a leash around your cock, and tell you that you're allowed one last orgasm before we leave this realm. Laughing, I taunt you with my body, my gorgeous breasts spilling out of my dress as you jerk one final time.