I couldn't believe my destiny. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison from my appeal hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side after a hit with a trailer. Both the guard duty were dead but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuffs with the key from one of the dead precaution and quickly ran away from the scene of the fortuity, taking a tazer from one of the idle cops. It was already dark so no one saw me. I was innocent !

Now the but thing on my mind was to find some hot woman, wipe out her, have sex with her corpse and then apply make up up to her face. I also wanted to provide my next victim dressed in something a little special as Christmas was approaching. I broke into store, procured some clothes, money and a Santa costume, perfect with a Brobdingnagian red sack which I filled with cardboard and boxes. I was soon ready 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 Christmastide Eve. My escape was on all the newspapers and TV duct urging Thomas Young cleaning lady to be careful. After walking around for the whole morn and afternoon, spotting lots of potentiality victims but couldn't find the opportunity to set my plan in motion, I was on the threshold of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a aphrodisiac black sleeveless top and a red skirt and she looked pretty hot. nearly importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly deserted street on the edge of town. Looks like victim # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a box into a narrow alley, probably a forgetful 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 certainly no one else was around, I closed up the last few yards to her. At the last second, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too latterly for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a foresightful voiceless one. She gave a few jerk and then slumped limply into my sleeve as her pretty eyes rolled back and her lid fluttered unaired. I quickly stuffed her into my Saint Nicholas sack, tied up the possibility and hoisted her limp and light body over my shoulders. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an flyover bridge circuit 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 lading. Soon, I was at the iniquity, uncomfortable but totally desolate area under the overpass. I opened the paper bag and pulled my unconscious familiar out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy physical structure. She started to conjure and moan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another VD of potential drop 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 moist interior for a while, I took off my drawers and thrust into her with vigor kissing and copping feels of her breasts as I did so. I don't know if she was a virgin but she felt tight. After months in prison, this felt really swell. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent semen. I decided to dress her up in something festive for Dec 25. I had stolen a precious piffling Santa's helper dress from the store the day before and I thought it would take care upright on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her limp body, slipping the brusque, sexy dress over her body. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was metre to say cheerio to her. I decided to belt down her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my early victim. I took a plastic bag from my liberation and put it over her promontory, holding the opening 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 fountainhead. Soon, her respiration grew laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the sort out bag around her point for a few proceedings more just to be sure, all the spell admiring her bluing face and lips. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely fellow traveler for Christmas.
I slipped on a duo of matching sinister leather thrill onto her human foot and put a Santa cap over her caput. She looked really cute. I could not help it but rolled up her dress and violating her cooling body once again. This time, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and put in my penis into her rima oris before erupting. The huge warhead of cum that spurted into her mouth splattered her face and some of it shot into her nose and dribbled out from her nostrils like a stream of grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her aspect and kissed her gently once more on her lips.

Now only the net tone of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose ignite unripened eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a dusky pink rouge. A bright red lipstick completed the festive looking at and I left my sexy dead Santa Claus's helper lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a cover girl present for the dry cleaner tomorrow .