I couldn't believe my luck. One second I was in a prison van returning to prison from my appeal audience. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side after a collision with a lagger. Both the guard were bushed but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuff with the key from one of the dead guard duty and quickly ran away from the prospect of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the dead cops. It was already dark so no one saw me. I was liberate !

Now the lone thing on my mind was to find some hot woman, toss off her, have sex with her corpse and then apply crap up to her aspect. I also wanted to give my next victim dressed in something a little extra as Christmas was approaching. I broke into stock, procured some clothes, money and a Santa Claus costume, ended with a Brobdingnagian red sack which I filled with composition board and boxes. I was soon prepare to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Kriss Kringle costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Christmas Eve. My escape was on all the newspapers and TV groove urging Loretta Young womanhood to be careful. After walking around for the whole morning and afternoon, spotting batch of potential dupe but couldn't find the opportunity to set my design in apparent motion, I was on the sceptre of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a sexy black sleeveless top and a red skirt and she looked pretty hot. Most importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly forsake street on the edge of town. Looks like dupe # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a corner into a narrow alley, probably a shortstop cut and I knew my time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a quick glance around to make believe for certain no one else was around, I closed up the close few yards to her. At the death consequence, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too late for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a foresighted gruelling one. She gave a few jerky and then slumped limply into my arm as her pretty centre rolled back and her eyelids fluttered close. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa chemise, tied up the opening and hoisted her limp and light trunk over my shoulders. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an overpass nosepiece I scouted out yesterday. Along the way, I passed by two cops. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my precious cargo. Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally deserted country under the overpass. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious comrade out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her horseshoe and admired her slim and aphrodisiacal body. She started to excite and moan so I put the tazer to her matt belly and gave her another dose of potential which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and black panties, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly dampish inside for a while, I took off my pant and thrust into her with vigor cuddling and copping feeling of her breasts as I did so. I don't know if she was a Virgin but she felt taut. After months in prison house, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent semen. I decided to preen her up in something merry for xmas. I had stolen a precious little Santa's helper dress from the store the day before and I thought it would appear safe on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her limp body, slipping the short, sexy dress over her dead body. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was prison term to say goodbye to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victims. I took a credit card bag from my sack and put it over her psyche, holding the scuttle tight around her neck. I could see her breathing up the air in the bag as it shrunk until it was wrapped tightly around her head. Soon, her respiration grew laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear bag around her head for a few minutes more just to be sure, all the while admiring her bluing look and mouth. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely companion for Christmas.
I slipped on a duad of matching melanize leather rush onto her invertebrate foot and put a Santa cap over her principal. She looked really cute. I could not facilitate it but rolled up her dress and violating her cooling torso once again. This time, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and sneak in my phallus into her lip before erupting. The huge burden of cum that spurted into her mouth splattered her typeface and some of it shot into her horn in and dribbled out from her nostril like a stream of Grey mucous secretion. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her face and kissed her gently once more on her back talk.

Now only the final step of applying constitution remains. For her, I chose light green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a dusky pink blushing mushroom. A brilliant red lipstick completed the festive look and I left my aphrodisiacal dead Santa's helper lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a lovely present for the cleaners tomorrow .