You sick fucks are slowly turning me into a necrophilia phone sex slut. I just keep thinking about a cold wet cock cramming it’s way into my pussy. Sliding my way down on a dick frozen solid by rigamortis. It makes my cunt so fucking wet. It started with the fucked up phone sex, but then I was dragging Tinder dates to cemeteries and bending over one of the plots. Wishing a hand would shoot through the ground and grab on to my ankle. Then sliding up my legs. Then fuck, feeling that corpse’s hands sliding and rubbing my clit while my date pounds my pussy.
We could dig my new dead dick provider up and beg for him to fuck me. Spread my cunt and show him that hot wet pussy and let him slide that cursed cock into my pussy. Then my date could cram my pussy covered cock in the rotting flesh of the zombies asshole. I want to find out if a corpse can still cum. Fuck, evil phone sex has meant I’ve been fingering my pussy thinking about that cold clammy skin. Feeling it claw at me and scratch my skin while he fucks my pussy.