Balling up her fingers in a fist, she cranked back her right arm and let the guy have it . . . once . . . twice . . . three times, straight in his throbbing package. The man’s screams were stifled by her chokehold. His face screwed up in pain with each impact of the girl’s fist. On the third blow, Katrina had directed all her power into the hit. It killed the man instantly. He fell limp in the chokehold. Katrina looked at his swim trunks and saw that his cock had slipped over the top. It was squirting milk even though the man was already dead.