Necrophilia phone sex is a gravely enticing for a morbid kind of pleasure. One night my boyfriend that worked at the Hospital morgue brought me home a gift.
This was true love. When I got my hands on this decapitated corpse of a factory worker I was so ecstatic.
First my morbid thoughts needed to hear about the accident report and how his head got crushed.
Evidently the poor sod was working on an elevator shaft and the elevator came hurdling down. And with it went his head.
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Now this is a true lesson boys and girls always keep your heads from the shaft of an elevator. Keep arms and heads inside the card windows as well.
After all I have a story on that also, well not a car but a roller-coaster accident. So bloody and gory for Snuff sex filth.
Finally as I was listening to the report my mind went to the very incident being described and my hands roamed the corpses cock.
At this point I was ready to fuck the dead and told my man to blast the Dark Throne while I mount this dead dick.
At last his sticky decomposing shaft was sliding inside my sadistic phone sex vagina. In fact I was nearly coming just from staring down at his headless naked body. Nothing like that autopsy slit and stitches to really get my juices flowing.
Once I started to cum on that dick I was in need of my boyfriends cock to thrust inside my asshole. I love double penetration with a dead fucker.
Fucking the dead is Gothic as fuck and I am the darkest and most evil of them all. If you want to search out some dead chicks to violate their holes I can sure help find some. All the fantasy rape girls and prostitutes are always in my mans corpse drawers in the hospital basement.
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