“Come on man, this is terrible!” You plead with Keith.
But your words fall onto deaf ears. It’s been nearly half an hour, and Keith has been fixated on the tigress.
Knowing that the man’s friends and family are watching, or at least will eventually see the video, Keith has taken a sadistic pleasure in rubbing salt into the tigress’ wounds.
He’s been narrating the whole time, even pointing out the moment when the male cums inside her.
You now catch sight of the former man’s puffy abused sex framed on the screen of the phone that Keith is operating. Keith has zoomed into the big cat’s vagina, showing in plain view the state of her sex, swollen and wet from the mating, drippy with the white creamy seed the male has filled her with.
The male has forcefully taken her three times already, finally now taking a break. But you know it won’t be long until he’s on top of her again.
You look at the tigress’ face as Keith continues to film her. You swear, if an animal could cry... you can practically see the tears streaming down her face. As you make eye contact she make a mournful howl, as if begging you to do something.
But you are powerless. Keith has the keys and he has completely lost it. He seems hell bent on relishing every moment of her mental anguish.
You are about to say something when Keith turns around and taps you on the shoulder. “Someone’s coming,” he says, pointing towards the pathway leading back to the entrance.
Coming down the path you see...