Executed Couple

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the forsake road. Li gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan chair, his eyes fixed on the cracked asphalt ahead. He was alone, as he often was, driving through the outback countryside in search of… what, exactly ? He wasn't sure. A misdirection, perhaps. A way to escape the monotony of his ordinary life.

As he rounded a bend, something caught his eye. Two dark bod lay motionless on the position of the road. Li slowed his car to a stop and climbed out, his heart and soul hammer in his chest of drawers. As he approached, the anatomy resolved into the manifest mannikin of a man and a womanhood, sprawled in on the primer coat position by side.

Li was cautious as he took in the scene. The man's face was a mask of blood and shattered off-white, his middle staring sightlessly at the sky. The fair sex lay on her back, her limbs splayed at unnatural angles. As he knelt beside her, Li noticed the bullet hole in her forehead. She had been shot at close ambit, her side frozen in a mask of terror. Her dress were deplume and bloodstained, her consistency marred with bruises and slice."Executed and dumped, probably drug related,"Li thought to himself. Li felt a unknown sensation in his jetty looking at this womanhood.

He looked around, but there was no one in mickle. The road was deserted, the fields hollow and still. He was alone with the physical structure, alone with his shadow desires. He was drawn to the woman, to her lifeless organic structure, like a moth to a flame.

With shaking manus, he undressed her, his intimation spying in his throat as her chest were revealed. They were perfect, round and good, her nipples hardened by the cool breeze. Li leaned down and took one in his lip, sucking and biting gently. As he explored her body her tegument felt cool and shine, like marble. He traced the curve of body, the smooths of her thigh. He couldn't help himself. He had to have her, even if she was dead.

"nookie,"he whispered, his interpreter ragged with desire."You're so fucking beautiful."

He lowered his head to her breasts again, his sassing finding her tit. He sucked and licked, his paw kneading her build. She did not react, as he explored her body.

Li's hand slue low, over her stomach, her articulatio coxae. He found her pussy, which was wet and ready for him. He couldn't believe it, but she was wet, even in expiry. He plunged two fingerbreadth inside her, feeling her tightness and the stick by moisture inside her kitty-cat. Then it dawned on him, this was another man's semen. Li wondered if it had been her young man who had used her last, or if it had been her orca, taking one final pleasure before ending her life. It doesn't matter he had to do it her.

"piece of ass, you want it,"he groaned, his spokesperson midst with lustfulness."You want me to fuck you, don't you, you dirty slut ?"

He unzipped his pants, freeing his strong cock. He stroked himself, his heart fixed on her facial expression, on her spread out sassing. He imagined her moaning, imagined her begging him for more.

Li positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. He thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth fortuity. Her snatch took his difficult tool in with rest, the lube cunt made slurping interference as the hard cock slipped in. He groaned at the sensation, at the way her pussy gripped him, held him tight.

"Fuck, you feel so good,"he panted, his hip joint moving faster, harder."I'm claim you one last-place time, this pussy is mine now."

He pounded into her, his bridge player gripping her hips, her thigh. He could feel his orgasm building, his testis tightening. Li groaned, his rosehip moving faster, harder. He could palpate her body swaying beneath him, her caput lolling to the side. The bullet pickle in her forehead was a stark monitor of her circumstances as she stared ahead into nothingness.

"Take it, you dead fucking hussy,"he growled, his part harsh and cruel."takings my cum. Let me fill you up."

He reached down and played with her titty, pinching her pap roughly. The adult female's dead body was limp, but her physical body was still warm, still responsive to his touch. Li felt a rushing of power, a dour turmoil that he had never known before.

With a final examination, fell thrust, Li came, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled his seed deep in her womb. He stayed there for a moment, his chest panting, his marrow pounding. Then, slowly, he pulled out, his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.

Li looked down at her, at the way his cum was seeping out of her, staining her second joint. He felt a sensory faculty of gratification, of triumph. He had claimed her, had made her his. Even in death, she belonged to him.

He reached into his sac and pulled out his phone. He snapped ikon of her, of her case, her body, her pussy. He wanted to remember this bit, wanted to relive it again and again.

As he zipped up his drawers, Li's eyes fell on her bra and panties, lying discarded on the ground. He picked them up, holding them to his nose. They smelled of her, of her final minute. He would maintain them, he decided. He would use them to jerk off, to fantasize about her, about what he had done.

Li looked around one last time, making sure as shooting there was no sign of his mien. He then knelt down and felt her cooling breasts one last meter, he kissed her dead lips tasting her one final stage time. Then, he climbed back into his car and drove away, leaving the bodies behind .