I couldn't believe my luck. One minute I was in a prison house van returning to prison house from my appeal auditory modality. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side after a collision with a prevue. Both the sentry duty were utterly but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my cuff with the key from one of the numb guard and quickly ran away from the scene of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the stagnant fuzz. It was already dingy so no one saw me. I was free !

Now the exclusively thing on my mind was to encounter some hot charwoman, down her, have sex with her remains and then employ make up to her face. I also wanted to leave my future victim dressed in something a lilliputian particular as Yuletide was approaching. I broke into stock, procured some clothes, money and a Santa costume, discharge with a vast red sack which I filled with cardboard and corner. I was soon fix to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Saint Nicholas costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.

The adjacent day was Noel Eve. My safety valve was on all the newspapers and TV communication channel urging young women to be careful. After walking around for the unhurt break of the day and good afternoon, spotting lots of potential dupe but couldn't find the opportunity to set my plan in motion, I was on the verge 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 edge of 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 time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the length between us. Taking a prompt glance around to take a shit certain no one else was around, I closed up the last few K to her. At the go second, she turned back and looked a me in surprisal but it was too late for her. I brought the tazer to her neck opening and zapped her a recollective hard one. She gave a few jerking and then slumped limply into my arms as her pretty middle rolled back and her lid fluttered close. I quickly stuffed her into my St. Nick sack, tied up the opening and hoisted her limp and lightsome trunk over my shoulder joint. 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 bull. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my cute payload. Soon, I was at the night, uncomfortable but totally deserted area under the flyover. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious comrade out from it, laying her on the background. I pulled off her place and admired her slim and aphrodisiacal body. She started to shake and groan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another Venus's curse of emf which quietened her instantly.

I then took off her rap and rolled down her skirt and bleak 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 vim kissing and copping feels of her boob as I did so. I don't know if she was a virgin but she felt tight. After calendar month in prison, this felt really bully. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent semen. I decided to dress her up in something festal for Christmas. I had stolen a cute fiddling Santa's supporter garb from the computer storage the day before and I thought it would reckon good on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her limp body, slipping the short, aphrodisiacal dress over her soundbox. It fit her perfectly.

Then it was clock time to say goodbye to her. I decided to bolt down her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victims. I took a moldable bag from my release and put it over her head word, holding the possibility 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 head. Soon, her breathing grew laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear bag around her question for a few minutes more just to be sure enough, all the patch admiring her bluing face and lip. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely companion for Christmas.
I slipped on a twain of matching black leather bang onto her metrical unit and put a Santa Claus cap over her capitulum. She looked really cute. I could not avail it but rolled up her frock and violating her cooling body once again. This time, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and inserted my phallus into her mouth before erupting. The huge onus of cum that spurted into her rima oris splattered her face and some of it shot into her nose and dribbled out from her nostrils like a flow of grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her face and kissed her gently once more on her sassing.

Now only the final pace of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose light green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a twilight pinko blusher. A smart red lipstick completed the festal look and I left my sexy numb Santa's assistant lyinh beneath the overpass.

She would make a pin-up present tense for the dry cleaner tomorrow .