I couldn't believe my destiny. One moment I was in a prison van returning to prison from my entreaty sense of hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its position after a collision with a trailer. Both the guards were numb but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my manacle with the key from one of the dead guard and quickly ran away from the conniption of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the dead cops. It was already dark so no one saw me. I was free !

Now the only thing on my mind was to witness some hot woman, kill her, have sex with her corpse and then utilize make up to her fount. I also wanted to leave behind my side by side dupe dressed in something a little special as Yuletide was approaching. I broke into storehouse, procured some clothes, money and a Kriss Kringle costume, accomplished with a huge red sac which I filled with cardboard and boxes. I was soon set to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Saint Nick costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Christmas Eve. My leak was on all the newspapers and TV transmission channel urging young cleaning woman to be careful. After walking around for the whole forenoon and afternoon, spotting mickle of potential victims but couldn't find the opportunity to set my plan in motion, I was on the sceptre of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a sexy mordant sleeveless top and a red chick and she looked pretty hot. Most importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly abandoned street on the bound of townspeople. Looks like Victim # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my Vanessa Stephen and hohoing occasionally. She turned a corner into a narrow-minded alleyway, probably a light cut and I knew my clock time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a spry glance around to make certainly no one else was around, I closed up the hold up few yards to her. At the hold out moment, she turned back and looked a me in surprisal but it was too tardily for her. I brought the tazer to her neck opening and zapped her a long hard one. She gave a few dork and then slumped limply into my arms as her pretty eye rolled back and her eyelids fluttered close. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa liberation, tied up the opening and hoisted her hitch and light body over my shoulder. 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 load. Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally deserted area under the overpass. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious companion out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy dead body. She started to raise and moan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another sexually transmitted disease of potential drop which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her whang and rolled down her dame and black panty, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist Interior for a while, I took off my pants and thrust into her with energy kissing and copping feels of her breasts as I did so. I don't know if she was a Virgo the Virgin but she felt tight. After month in prison, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent semen. I decided to garnish her up in something festive for xmas. I had stolen a cute little Santa's helper dress from the stock the day before and I thought it would look well on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her limp body, slipping the brusk, sexy dress over her body. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was clip to say adieu to her. I decided to stamp out her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my former victims. I took a shaping bag from my sack and put it over her fountainhead, holding the possible action tight around her neck opening. I could see her breathing up the air in the bag as it shrunk until it was wrapped tightly around her headspring. Soon, her breathing grew strained and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear bag around her chief for a few minutes more just to be sure, all the while admiring her bluing case and sassing. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely familiar for Christmas.
I slipped on a pair of matching fateful leather iron boot onto her animal foot and put a Santa cap over her headspring. She looked really cunning. I could not assist it but rolled up her wearing apparel and violating her cooling dead body once again. This time, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and inserted my phallus into her oral fissure before erupting. The huge load of cum that spurted into her back talk splattered her grimace 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 look and kissed her gently once more on her lips.

Now only the net step of applying make-up remains. For her, I chose abstemious green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a dusky pink blusher. A shiny red lipstick completed the festive look and I left my aphrodisiac dead Santa's supporter lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would cook a lovely present for the dry cleaners tomorrow .