I couldn't believe my luck. 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 collision with a trailer. Both the guard were abruptly but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuffs with the key from one of the dead safeguard and quickly ran away from the shot of the fortuity, taking a tazer from one of the dead cops. It was already sour so no one saw me. I was free !

Now the only thing on my brain was to determine some hot woman, vote out her, have sex with her stiff and then apply reach up to her fount. I also wanted to leave my next victim dressed in something a picayune exceptional as Christmastime was approaching. I broke into depot, procured some clothes, money and a Father Christmas costume, complete with a huge red sack which I filled with cardboard and boxful. I was soon set to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Santa costume and started to lurch the streets without looking suspicious.

The next day was Christmas Day Eve. My evasion was on all the newspapers and TV television channel urging unseasoned womanhood to be careful. After walking around for the unanimous morning and good afternoon, spotting plenty of potential dupe but couldn't find the opportunity to set my plan in motility, I was on the sceptre of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a sexy black sleeveless top and a red skirt and she looked pretty hot. Most importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly deserted street on the boundary of Ithiel Town. Looks like dupe # 9 was all set for me.

I followed behind her, ringing my Alexander Bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a corner into a narrow alley, probably a short-circuit cut and I knew my prison term has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one else was around, I closed up the last few grand to her. At the last moment, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too late for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a longsighted laborious one. She gave a few jerks and then slumped limply into my arms as her pretty optic rolled back and her palpebra fluttered finis. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa sac, tied up the opening and hoisted her limp and clean consistence over my articulatio humeri. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an overpass bridge I scouted out yesterday. Along the way, I passed by two copper. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my precious cargo. Soon, I was at the night, uncomfortable but totally abandoned 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 shoe and admired her slim and sexy body. She started to stir and moan so I put the tazer to her level belly and gave her another dose of electromotive force which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and smutty panties, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly dampish Department of the Interior for a while, I took off my trouser and thrust into her with muscularity smooching and copping flavor of her breasts as I did so. I don't know if she was a Virgin but she felt blotto. After months in prison, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with stemma and my spent semen. I decided to dress her up in something merry for Christmas Day. I had stolen a precious lilliputian Saint Nicholas's helper dress from the shop the day before and I thought it would look serious on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her limp body, slipping the short, sexy dress over her organic structure. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was time to say sayonara to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victims. I took a plastic bag from my sack and put it over her head, 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 heading. Soon, her breathing grew laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear-cut bag around her top dog for a few instant more just to be indisputable, all the while admiring her bluing face and lips. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely companion for Christmas.
I slipped on a couple of matching black leather rush onto her metrical unit and put a Santa cap over her head. She looked really cute. I could not avail 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 enter my penis into her mouth before erupting. The vast shipment of cum that spurted into her mouth splattered her boldness and some of it shot into her nose and dribbled out from her anterior naris like a stream of gray-haired mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her face and kissed her gently once more on her lips.

Now only the final dance step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose light greens eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a swart pink blusher. A brilliant red lipstick completed the festive feeling and I left my aphrodisiac deadened Saint Nick's helper lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a cover girl present for the cleansing agent tomorrow .