run Couple

The sun hung low in the sky, casting tenacious shadows across the deserted road. Li gripped the steering wheel of his beaten-up sedan, his oculus fixed on the kookie asphalt ahead. He was alone, as he often was, driving through the outside countryside in search of… what, exactly ? He wasn't sure. A misdirection, perhaps. A way to get away the monotony of his ordinary life.

As he rounded a bend, something caught his eye. Two dingy shapes lay motionless on the side of meat of the road. Li slowed his car to a stop and climbed out, his heart hammer in his chest. As he approached, the pattern resolved into the apparent forms of a man and a woman, sprawled in on the ground side by side.

Li was conservative as he took in the scene. The man's font was a mask of line and shattered bone, his oculus staring sightlessly at the sky. The woman lay on her back, her limbs splayed at affected angles. As he knelt beside her, Li noticed the hummer hole in her frontal bone. She had been shot at nigh ambit, her case frozen in a mask of brat. Her dress were torn and bloodstained, her body marred with bruise and cuts."Executed and dumped, probably drug related,"Li thought to himself. Li felt a strange virtuoso in his groins looking at this fair sex.

He looked around, but there was no one in sight. The road was deserted, the theater empty and still. He was alone with the bodies, alone with his dark desires. He was drawn to the woman, to her lifeless body, like a moth to a flame.

With shaking hands, he undressed her, his breath detection in his throat as her breasts were revealed. They were perfect, round and total, her mammilla hardened by the poise breeze. Li leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. As he explored her body her pelt felt cool and smooth, like marble. He traced the bend of trunk, the smooths of her second joint. He couldn't help himself. He had to have her, even if she was dead.

"roll in the hay,"he whispered, his voice ragged with desire."You're so fucking beautiful."

He lowered his header to her bosom again, his mouthpiece finding her nipple. He sucked and licked, his hands kneading her flesh. She did not react, as he explored her body.

Li's hands slip lower, over her belly, her pelvic girdle. He found her pussy, which was wet and set for him. He couldn't believe it, but she was wet, even in dying. He plunged two fingers inside her, feeling her stringency and the control stick moisture inside her pussy. Then it dawned on him, this was another man's seminal fluid. Li wondered if it had been her boyfriend who had used her finally, or if it had been her killer, taking one final exam pleasure before ending her life. It doesn't matter he had to love her.

"Fuck, you want it,"he groaned, his voice midst with lust."You want me to fuck you, don't you, you dirty slut ?"

He unzipped his pants, freeing his surd cock. He stroked himself, his eyes fixed on her typeface, on her opened mouth. He imagined her moaning, imagined her begging him for more.

Li positioned himself between her legs, his stopcock pressing against her entrance. He thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one politic stroke. Her pussy took his hard dick in with ease, the lubricated puss made slurping noises as the toilsome prick slipped in. He groaned at the sensation, at the way her kitty gripped him, held him tight.

"nooky, you feel so estimable,"he panted, his pelvic arch moving faster, harder."I'm claim you one last time, this pussy is mine now."

He pounded into her, his bridge player gripping her hips, her thighs. He could feel his coming construction, his clod tightening. Li groaned, his rose hip moving faster, harder. He could feel her body swaying beneath him, her oral sex lolling to the incline. The bullet hole in her forehead was a stark reminder of her fate as she stared ahead into nothingness.

"look at it, you dead fucking slut,"he growled, his interpreter harsh and cruel."Take my cum. Let me sate you up."

He reached down and diddle with her breast, pinching her tit roughly. The fair sex's torso was limp, but her flesh was still fond, still responsive to his jot. Li felt a rush of power, a night fervour that he had never known before.

With a final exam, brutal knife thrust, Li came, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled his germ deep in her uterus. He stayed there for a moment, his bureau heaving, his heart pounding. Then, slowly, he pulled out, his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.

Li looked down at her, at the way his cum was seeping out of her, staining her thigh. He felt a common sense of satisfaction, of triumph. He had claimed her, had made her his. Even in death, she belonged to him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his earphone. He snapped motion-picture show of her, of her face, her body, her pussy. He wanted to remember this present moment, wanted to relive it again and again.

As he zipped up his pant, Li's eyes fell on her bra and panties, lying discarded on the ground. He picked them up, holding them to his nose. They smelled of her, of her net moments. He would save them, he decided. He would use them to jerk off, to fantasise about her, about what he had done.

Li looked around one last prison term, making sure there was no sign of his presence. He then knelt down and felt her cooling breasts one live on time, he kissed her utterly back talk tasting her one finale time. Then, he climbed back into his car and force away, leaving the torso behind .