Sex with dead bodies is uncomplicated for me. I can get off and be done with it you know? A man serves me no purpose except as an accomplice. And that is only because he is paying me and helping me to kill. When it comes to romance, I have no interest in that. I like to fuck. But I don’t enjoy pillow talk, foreplay or snuggling. That is why when I find a man I am attracted to, I kill him. I am just like a praying mantis. I must be patient. It takes a couple hours for rigor mortis to kick in. Postmortem rigidity does wonders to a cock. It is the only way for a sick bitch like me to get off because as soon as one of you morons starts to talk, I have lost all desire to fuck. I was horny last night, and the morgue had nothing I was interested in, so I went hunting. I found Trevor, a handsome black man with a huge bulge in his jeans. I spiked his drink, took him home and killed him. I waited about 2 hours and that black cock was as hard as it ever would be again. I rode him until I came so fucking hard. I got laid and now I have some dark meat for Thanksgiving dinner too. That is what I call a win-win situation.
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Sex with Dead Bodies is the Only Way to Fuck
Necrophilia phone sex For Nasty Pervs
Necrophilia phone sex Is something only the most demonic, evil, vile Bastards love. Well I fucking love it too. I have had my eyes on a little pageant bitch for days. Blonde beautiful curls and such a sweet face. What caught my eye was her tiny fat pussy making a camel toe in her leotard. You cock liked it too. So much that you said you would forward a large sum of money if I kidnapped her mommy and her. They put up a bit of a fight and I broke her mothers neck as I shoved her in my trunk. But the shock of traveling two hundred miles with her dead mother made that fuck tot sedated. I had you sweet slutkin laid out and stripped naked for you, but you decided that cold stiff pussy of her mothers was by far the thing you wanted first, and last. After you violently force fucked that angel face you went back to her mothers corpse as I cut that sweet angel face limb by limb. My pussy came several times as you had you feast of sex with dead bodies.
Over My Dead Body
Do you ever find yourself fantasizing about necrophilia phone sex? I mean, you would be having sex with a partner who could never say no. She could never talk about to you. You can do whatever you want with her whenever you want it. I mean, just think about it. You can fuck her mouth or ass whenever you have the desire to. And you don’t ever have to worry about her needs when you’re fucking. Because, let’s be honest – dead women don’t have any needs, except maybe a defibrillator and we both know you’re not going to be getting that for her.
A lot of people might think it’s weird to be fantasizing about necrophilia, but I don’t. I’d be more than happy to be that dead girl for you. Maybe on our call you can snuff me out and then have your way with me. You can fuck my body as many times as you want to. I won’t be able to say no. There’s no way I can tell you I am too tired. Doesn’t that sound like a really fun way to spend a night? All you must do is call me so we can get this twisted party started.
Sex with Dead Bodies
I was at a Halloween party with this guy who said he loved having sex with dead bodies. I thought he was joking until he showed me his morgue ID. He works at the county morgue. I have heard about creepy shit like this, but thought it was just urban legend. He asked me if I had ever fucked a dead man. I had never even thought about it until he told me when the cadavers first come in, the men have hard cocks from rigamortis. I started thinking about all those stiff dead dicks attached to men who couldn’t hurt me, who couldn’t shame me either. I know I am a taboo phone sex slut, but this was extreme taboo even for me. We got high together, and he took me to where he works. Signed me in as a visitor. I was walking around with the dead. I was scared and aroused at the same time. He found this black young gang banger who was shot just hours ago. He was on the slab awaiting process of the body. My new friend processes cadavers of crime scenes. He worked quickly to get the DNA evidence he needed for the police so the cock would still be stiff as a board. When he was done, he told me to hop on the cock and take it for a ride while I could. My morgue buddy jacked his cock watching me fuck a dead man. The dead man’s cock didn’t feel dead. It was warm and twitching inside my pussy. I felt wickedly sinful. I had never even thought about necrophilia before. Now, I may never stop thinking about it. I came so hard and so did my buddy. He didn’t mind sloppy seconds because there was no cum in me. Dead men can fuck but they can’t cum.
Fantasy Phone Sex Call
I love a hot fantasy phone sex call. I arrived at the castle by mistake. As a cop, I was out looking for missing girls. My community has had a rash of young girls disappearing into the night lately. I was following a hunch and I drove out to the outskirts of town. There was this majestic castle. It has long been shrouded in mystery. Many people have tried to scale the walls and take pictures. No one ever seems to return. I started thinking maybe that is where all the girls are. It makes sense. No one knows who lives there. Young girls just don’t vanish. I scaled the wall to check it out. It was weird though. It felt like I was being called to the castle. I managed to get in, but a shadowy figure caught me as I was taking pictures. The moment he touched me, I felt paralyzed. I felt captured. He mesmerized me with his eyes. I asked who he was, and he pointed to an ancient picture hanging on the wall. I told myself it wasn’t possible because he had not aged a bit. That was when I saw no reflection in the mirror. He was a vampire. I knew I had to escape, but he froze me with his eyes. I was powerless. Suddenly, it all became clear to me. This was were all the missing girls were and I was to be the next missing girl. As he crawled between my legs, I saw his fangs before he bit down on my inner thigh and started to drink my blood. I came. I was being exsanguinated. I was dying, yet I was aroused. If this was snuff sex, sign me up. He was powerful and sexy and deadly, very deadly. My orgasm was the last one I had as a mortal woman.
Snuff Sex Pussy Reward
I love watching a dead young bald pussy get violated and that sweet things first time is in her dead and buried corpse, how fucking lucky for that gothic tramp. I fucking hated this little bitch and she died of cardiac arrest in her supposed slumber. But it wasn’t that really, it was the fact she was freaked out since I told her she would have to give her innocence up to a beast in order to join our coven. She was really wanting in and well if it’s what she wants then she best prove herself to our lord of the dark and his guardians.She didn’t make it to her initiation and we had to go dig her up and take her on her desire to serve the dark side she was grave robbed and my lover took her cold dead cunt for his own before we gave her over to the real beasts.
Snuff Phone Sex: I Should Be a Mortician
Snuff phone sex is what gets my cunt wet. Dripping wet. I am not a romantic girl. I don’t cuddle. I do fuck, however. I met this man on Tinder. He seemed perfect. He is a mortician. I mean how could someone who works with dead bodies be a spooner? I was not expecting him to be sappy. He was an over the moon romantic. I had to get rid of him. Yeah, I am that bitch. I killed the mortician. We fucked in his mortuary on a table where he embalms cadavers and the mother fucker tried to spoon and cuddle with me. I grabbed a syringe of something and jammed it in his neck. He started convulsing and died quickly. Me bad. I was hoping just to numb him. I killed him but his cock was still hard. I am not against sex with dead bodies. In fact, I prefer it. When you kill a guy quickly enough and at the right time, his cock is still hard enough to fuck. Warm enough too. I love a hard cock. I enjoy fucking just not the romantic shit. I shoved his body into the crematorium and disposed of his body quickly. I think I need to become a mortician. They have the perfect tools for snuff.
Necrophilia phone sex
When we matched on Tinder I was so excited because of how handsome and sweet you seemed. Our date even went really well and I happily took you up on the offer to come have some “coffee” at your place. I was enjoying making out on the couch with you until you started getting rough. You pushed me down and punched me square in the face, I’m sure you broke my nose. You hit me over and over until I nearly passed out from the pain. That’s when I felt your big, strong hands wrap around my delicate throat and grip tight. You strangled me until you were sure I was gone and then carefully removed all my clothes. You carried my lifeless body to your room and laid me down on your bed. Then you spread my legs and took off your clothes before climbing on top and taking my dead but still warm and wet pussy. You pulled out and came all over my corpse. I’m just a toy for you to use now.
Killer Phone Sex Is Foreplay For My Lover
It’s a great time in the Summer with our partying into the wee hours of the morning. My lover and I will often go out and find some crackwhore breeder and lure the little gutter brat from her with a variety of means. If the whore is preggo it’s best to take care of things before she brings a useless waste of space into the world already an addict it’s the least thing this world needs. I love it when the addict breeder is nice and young and can destroy her real good as we abort that blackhole ghoul from her belly. Nothing makes me more excited then seeing the dead eyes of this cunt roll into the back of her head and her diaphragm stops contracting and flattening as she is no longer breathing. She’s just another piece of garbage for the garbage man.
Snuff Sex: Life Imitates Art
I love watching snuff sex porn with callers. I am shock proof. No matter how violent or graphic a film might be I will watch it. I watched a Serbian Film this week. If you like torture porn and moves about extreme taboo subjects, I recommend it. The subtitles suck, but you don’t really need to follow it to understand that this movie is about all the naughty thoughts that linger in the minds of us sadistics. It is about a man duped into a snuff movie when he auditions for an art film. I know I love luring young girls to my kill shack under the promise that I am putting them in a horror film. I like duping the young and stupid. This film is about force fucking women, pornography, necrophilia, torture sex and the abuse of super young ones. It was deemed too graphic for the US and many other countries. It is a great foreplay movie to actual snuff making. I introduced the movie to a friend of mine last night. It made him hard and super kinky. We went driving around until we found a druggie whore mother with no maternal instinct. She cared more about her next fix than the welfare of her daughter. She rented us her brat for a couple hundred dollars. We weren’t bringing her back. We went to my kill shack and life imitated art. My friend fucked that little girl silly. She was bleeding and prolapsed. She died at some point when he was fucking her, but he didn’t stop once he realized she was no longer breathing. He just fucked her harder. He said her cunt was still warm. We got a steal for the brat. Only $200 and we had a perfect super young victim for our snuff flick. Luckily, there are lots more mommies with no maternal instincts out there for more fun.