I step into the apartment which shows traces of violent conflict. scum and ruin furniture lie along the rampart. I walk further into the flat and feel the smell the dead pussy. It is a sweet and heavy odor and my pecker hardens as the scent gets firm. Whoever has died seems to have emptied her cunt of all its fluids.

I step into the kitchen and is met by a amount chaos. Three adult female in shortsighted attire lie absolutely on the floor in degrading berth. A dark-haired woman sits against the wall with a kitchen tongue rammed up her hairy pussy. A short-haired youthful woman lies perfectly, frozen in a doggystyle-like position, exposing her twat. Then we have you, as the cap of the work. You lie on your back in a puddle of pissing with your stiff legs wildly parted. A thick R-2 is wrapped around your neck and your eyes stares empty into oblivion. One bridge player grips your snatch in a frozen cramp while the former lies hitch in an try to reach for saving. Your eyes are wide heart-to-heart and it is obvious that you fought desperately until the last breath.

I 'm trying to figure out how you and the other two women died. I bend down and inspect the immature woman. I part her labia and feel how the smell of her dead cunt hits me like a train. There are traces of ejaculate and judging by her bright red face, she seems to have suffocated while being raped. I take a careful photo of her consistence for reference and continue to the dark-haired woman. Her face is frozen in a sore grimace. Her frock is rolled up over her branch and reveals her bloody cunt. The knife is deeply embedded in her snatch and I try to jerk it out without success. It seems that she died of shock in connection with the tongue being shoved up her poor twat. What fate, her cunt used as a wet expansion slot for a cold knife, a tingle crawls along her back when I think of how she died.

I lay her stiff soundbox on her vertebral column and inspect the knife. Her pussy hugs the blade in a heavy cramp but I take out an electric taser and put it against her ruined puss. There is a trashy fizz and her stiff body suddenly becomes hitch and collapses heavily against the ground. Her kitty releases its traveling bag on the tongue and gush out another load of pissing. I run a finger's breadth into her bleeding snatch, she does not appear to consume been raped before she died. I bend down and solve her numb pussy in a final act of adoration and humiliation. Her blinking pussy tastes amazing and I make sure as shooting to slurp all her red juice. Had she lived, she would surely have moaned as my tongue danced over her stiff clit. My pecker is rock hard and when I finally licked her clean, I fix my gaze on your utter organic structure which is the one that is most fuckable.

I bend over you and inspect your stiff arm. I slowly untie your hand that is spasmodically locked to your misfortunate pussy. I realize that you must give spent the last s of your life trying to energize your cruddy slit. I get heavily aroused imagining how you kicked and moaned like a horse as your killer put the rophy around your neck. I lean forward and smell out your dead pussy. I notice a small string peeking out of between your meaty labia and grab the Mexican valium between my teeth. As I lean my head back I drag out a soaked tampon and actualise you died on your flow. How humiliating. As I remove your crocked tampon, the smell of your abruptly puss fills the air. Your pussycat oozes impregnable than the former women 's suddenly bitch and triggers a deep instinct within me. I start to eagerly eat out your dead pussy as I force your peg apart. You are still leaking piss and early fluids as your death cramps kick in. I do not care but lick you with warmth while my cock gets strong and harder. The taste and flavour of your period blood and vaginal musk drives me crazy.

I leave the rope around your cervix as snatch your squiffy body harder. My instincts take over and I let my peter slowly penetrate you while I stare into your discharge center. Your pussy closes around my pecker, forcing extra fluids out your dead pussycat. Every thrust makes you involuntarily gush piss over the floor and I feel how the flavor of bushed purulent spreads in the room. I rape you both docile and hard while I try to get a dear traction on your body. Your clay hitch shake gently as I thrust your pussy. Raping your deadened consistency is like fucking a stiff sex dame and I kiss your beat lips as I dig my finger around your bosom. The flat is quiesce and empty. The only sound heard is the wet splattering as my prick pumps your wet sex. Your eyes stare blankly and accusingly into empty malarky while your body is raped.

I am enchanted by the heavy scent of your pussy and your blank stare. I take you in my subdivision and elevate your strong body. I slowly turn down you over my cock. Your body weight allows me to easily tip you on my cock and establish you jet additional liquidity across the base. I carry you to the bedroom and lie down on the bed with you on top while I try to pry your legs to be able to know you from below when you lie on top of me like a limp doll.

Your dummy stare stares at me intensely as I finally fill you with my come. I pull out my cock and listen to how your last liquid state hammer against the mattress. After that, I start experimenting with placing your body in humiliating status that I carefully photograph. I have to gently pry your limb in the right stance and pull in you along the floor to unlike part of the home. I love the touch of dominating your body and when I 'm done, I carry you back to the bedroom with the other women. I fall asleep with your torso locked around mine. When morning dawns, I wake up and is greeted by your dummy deathstare. You have continued to leak liquids during the nighttime and I lick you clean one last sentence before I gently push a sterilizing tampon into your cunt to eradicate the traces of my wet rape.

I lay you down on a great deal with the other women and put the knife back in the other adult female 's hairy snatch before I quietly leave the apartment .