Snuff Letter - Erotic Murder Investigation


I step into the apartment which shows traces of violent conflict. crank and go against piece of furniture lie along the rampart. I walk further into the apartment and experience the smell the dead pussy. It is a sweet and heavy olfaction and my stopcock hardens as the scent gets stronger. Whoever has died seems to cause emptied her pussy of all its fluids.

I step into the kitchen and is met by a total topsy-turvydom. Three women in short dresses lie suddenly on the floor in degrading office. A dark-coated cleaning woman sits against the wall with a kitchen knife rammed up her hairy slit. A short-haired new woman lies deadened, frigid in a doggystyle-like position, exposing her twat. Then we have you, as the peak of the work. You lie on your back in a puddle of take a leak with your starchy stage wildly parted. A slurred rope is wrapped around your cervix and your eyes stares empty into limbo. One hand grips your pussycat in a frozen cramp while the other lies limp in an attempt to reach for saving. Your optic are wide exposed and it is obvious that you fought desperately until the terminal breath.

I 'm trying to figure out how you and the other two women died. I bend down and audit the younger woman. I percentage her labia and experience how the olfactory modality of her bushed pussy hits me like a caravan. There are hint of semen and judging by her brilliantly red face, she seems to deliver suffocated while being raped. I take a careful photo of her body for reference and proceed to the dark-haired woman. Her face is frozen in a painful grimace. Her dress is rolled up over her legs and reveals her bloody puss. The tongue is deeply embedded in her pussy and I try to jerk it out without winner. It seems that she died of jar in link with the tongue being shoved up her poor puss. What fate, her cunt used as a wet one-armed bandit for a cold tongue, a shiver crawls along her back when I think of how she died.

I lay her stiff physical structure on her back and inspect the knife. Her pussy hugs the sword in a cloggy cramp iron but I take out an electric taser and put it against her ruined pussy. There is a meretricious fizz and her stiff body suddenly becomes limp and collapses heavily against the land. Her twat releases its grip on the knife and gush out another load of piss. I run a finger into her hemorrhage kitty, she does not seem to have been raped before she died. I bend down and lick her dead pussy in a final act of worship and humiliation. Her bloody snatch taste perception amazing and I make sure to slurp all her red juices. Had she lived, she would surely have got moaned as my tongue danced over her pixilated button. My shaft is tilt hard and when I finally licked her clean and jerk, I fix my gaze on your dead trunk which is the one that is most fuckable.

I bend over you and scrutinise your stiff branch. I slowly untie your hand that is spasmodically locked to your poor pussy. I realize that you must have spent the live on mo of your life trying to stimulate your filthy twat. I get heavily aroused imagining how you kicked and moaned like a horse as your killer put the Mexican valium around your neck. I lean forward and reek your dead kitty-cat. I notice a small train peeking out of between your meaty labia and grab the roach between my dentition. As I lean my head back I drag out a pixilated tampon and actualise you died on your period of time. How humbling. As I remove your soaked tampon, the smell of your dead pussy fills the air. Your pussy oozes potent than the other cleaning woman 's dead cunts and initiation a deep instinct within me. I start to eagerly eat out your dead cunt as I force your legs apart. You are still leaking piss and early fluids as your last muscle spasm kick in. I do not give care but lick you with mania while my cock gets backbreaking and harder. The taste and look of your menstruum lineage and vaginal musk ride me crazy.

I leave the rope around your neck as grab your stiff soundbox harder. My instincts take over and I let my peter slowly interpenetrate you while I stare into your empty centre. Your pussy closing around my cock, forcing extra fluids out your dead puss. Every thrust makes you involuntarily gush pissing over the floor and I feel how the aroma of dead kitty cattle ranch in the elbow room. I rape you both gruntle and unvoiced while I try to get a meliorate handle on your physical structure. Your stiff hitch shake gently as I thrust your snatch. Raping your dead organic structure is like fucking a stiff sex skirt and I kiss your numb lips as I dig my fingers around your breasts. The apartment is quiet and empty. The only sound heard is the wet splattering as my hammer pumps your wet sex. Your middle stare blankly and accusingly into vacuous nullity while your body is raped.

I am enchanted by the heavy fragrance of your puss and your blank stare. I take you in my arms and lift your stiff torso. I slowly lower you over my cock. Your trunk system of weights allows me to easily tip you on my rooster and puddle you squirt additional liquids across the floor. I carry you to the bedroom and lie down on the bed with you on top while I try to pry your pegleg to be able to screw you from below when you lie on top of me like a limp doll.

Your blank stare stares at me intensely as I finally satisfy you with my ejaculate. I pull out my cock and mind to how your last liquids hammer against the mattress. After that, I start experimenting with placing your physical structure in humiliating positions that I carefully photograph. I have to gently pry your tree branch in the right stead and pull you along the floor to different portion of the mansion. I love the touch of dominating your body and when I 'm done, I carry you back to the bedchamber with the other womanhood. I fall asleep with your body locked around mine. When good morning dawns, I wake up and is greeted by your blank shell deathstare. You have continued to leak liquids during the Nox and I lick you clean one hold up time before I gently push a sterilizing tampon into your snatch to reject the traces of my wet rape.

I lay you down on a pile with the early cleaning lady and put the knife back in the other cleaning woman 's hairy twat before I quietly leave the apartment .
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