After last argument I decided to kiss her belly button as soos as possible. I promised myself that I had to kiss her belly button before I died - or she killed me. Because, she had sweet navel.
At the same week, she had worn a crop top. I approached her and offered:
- Can you come to my bedroom?
- Your bedroom? Why?
- I want to see you there
- Ok. But why there?
- You know, you have worn well
I showed her belly button with my finger. She:
- I understood. Ok. I can do this for you
We came to my bedroom. Firstly, she didn't sit on the bed. She put her hand to her tummy and asked:
- Do you love me really?
- Yes, baby
- Then, make something
I kissed her lips, then I threw her to bed. I began to kiss her navel. Suddenly she kicked in my balls, she threw me from my bed. She dragged me to her bedroom. She sat on me. She took a gun.
- I said you that I will kill you.
I was still looking at her navel. She put a pillow on my head. She fired on my mouth. My stepsister killed me.