#62070 - She did like the thought of the saw cutting through her, she liked it a lot. And the more she diddled herself and the more she thought about it, the more her orgasms increased in numbers and in intensity until she was constantly screaming in absolute pleasure, her back arched as much as it could under the restraining rope, drool slid down her cheek, her eyes squeezed shut and her finger frozen in place in her vagina before relaxing, a smile crossed her face and she pulled her finger out. Tifa extended her arm out to the left, holding the rope, stared at the massive sawblade as she inched towards it, and, holding the metal end of the rope in the palm of her hand, began to tilt her hand slowly, wondering if she was really going to do this? Was she really like this? Her hand tilted far enough, the rope fell.