I couldn't believe my circumstances. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison from my appealingness auditory sense. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its English after a collision with a lagger. Both the guards were short but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuffs with the key from one of the dead guard and quickly ran away from the scene of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the idle bull. It was already dark so no one saw me. I was devoid !

Now the only thing on my creative thinker was to find some hot woman, kill her, have sex with her corpse and then utilize make up to her nerve. I also wanted to leave alone my next dupe dressed in something a short special as Christmas was approaching. I broke into store, procured some clothes, money and a Santa Claus costume, complete with a immense red release which I filled with cardboard and boxes. I was soon set up to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Kriss Kringle costume and started to lurch the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Dec 25 Eve. My escapism was on all the newspaper publisher and TV duct urging Danton True Young womanhood to be careful. After walking around for the whole morning and afternoon, spotting lots of electric potential victims but couldn't find the chance to set my plan in motion, I was on the brink of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a sexy bootleg sleeveless top and a red skirt and she looked pretty hot. Most importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly forsake street on the boundary of Ithiel Town. Looks like dupe # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my bell shape and hohoing occasionally. She turned a corner into a narrow alley, probably a short cut and I knew my prison term has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a prompt glance around to pretend for sure no one else was around, I closed up the endure few yards to her. At the last here and now, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too belated for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a foresightful hard one. She gave a few jerking and then slumped limply into my coat of arms as her pretty eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered closing curtain. I quickly stuffed her into my Saint Nicholas carrier bag, tied up the opening and hoisted her hobble and get off organic structure over my shoulders. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an overpass 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 shipment. Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally abandon domain under the overpass. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious companion out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoe and admired her slim and sexy consistency. She started to touch and groan so I put the tazer to her unconditional belly and gave her another dose of electric 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 moist interior for a spell, I took off my pants and thrust into her with vigour fondling and copping feels of her titty as I did so. I don't know if she was a Virgin but she felt sozzled. After months in prison, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent ejaculate. I decided to dress her up in something festive for Christmas Day. I had stolen a cute little Santa's help dress from the memory board the day before and I thought it would reckon secure on her. I stripped her of her remaining dress and held up her limp dead body, slipping the myopic, aphrodisiac clothes over her torso. 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 charge card bag from my chemise and put it over her head, holding the initiative 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 question. Soon, her respiration grew laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear bag around her head for a few hour more just to be for sure, all the piece admiring her bluing typeface and lips. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely companion for Christmas.
I slipped on a pair of matching black leather kicking onto her substructure and put a Santa cap over her headspring. She looked really cunning. I could not facilitate it but rolled up her clothes and violating her cooling body once again. This time, I pulled out of her dead body just before I ejaculated and put in my penis into her back talk before erupting. The huge warhead of cum that spurted into her oral cavity splattered her grimace and some of it shot into her nose and dribbled out from her anterior naris like a stream of Grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her cheek and kissed her gently once more on her sass.

Now only the final step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose abstemious green eyeshadow and purpleness mascara together with a dusky pink blushing mushroom. A bright red lipstick completed the festive look and I left my sexy dead Santa's assistant lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a cover girl present for the cleaners tomorrow .