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She was gorgeous, tanned, rich, and totally out of your league. You’d been lusting after her since grade school. You were the creepy guy that no one looked at twice. Your job as a morgue helper did nothing for your social life. You met me on a snuff website. We both loved to torture and make people bleed. Sometimes I’d hang out at the morgue with you after hours so we could experiment with cutting up flesh and removing organs neatly. You laughed when I sucked a dead man’s cock. Then I cut it off and shoved it up his ass. He wouldn’t be needing it.
I was there with you when a call came in. A fatal car accident involving a young woman. The coroner dropped her off and left. When you pulled back the body bag, I heard you gasp. It was your teenage crush. The back of her head was gone and her legs were broken and dangling. But her face was beautiful, even in death. I didn’t say a word as we undressed her. Her perky tits and waxed pussy were like alabaster and stone cold.
I knew what you wanted. I walked over and pulled out your erect cock. “Fuck her. You know you want to.” I whispered. I spread her broken legs wide, showing you the pink meat within. You were on her like a dog on a bone. You licked and sucked her dead nipples, making a trail over her flat belly to her bald pussy. I moaned as you moved between her legs and forced your cock into her lifeless slit. I rubbed my own clit as you blew her corpse full of cum.
Her autopsy isn’t until Friday. Looks like we have all week to to play with your new girlfriend. Maybe I can find a “stiff” cock to play with while I watch.
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