My dark fantasies drive me to live them out and enjoy them the way I want. I’m glad I found you and that you love the forbidden just as I do. If you didn’t appreciate the thrill of the hunt as much as I do, we wouldn’t have lasted. But together, we’re always on the lookout for the perfect necrophilia victim. There was something primal and intoxicating about the freshness of their bodies, still warm to the touch, their supple flesh untouched by decay. It was this sensation that got my blood pumping and my cunt throbbing with desire.
My latest conquest lay before me, her lifeless form a canvas for my lust. The cold, stiff flesh is inviting, telling me to do whatever I want. Oh, and I will. I love to stick my fingers in that dead little pussy as you’re fucking me. I know you like them a lot more dead than me. So I take my time doing everything a girl like me can do to a cute little corpse.
And when I finally smelled her decay, I knew it was your turn to play. The bloated, blue-lipped corpse, the pungent stench of death filled the air, a morbid aphrodisiac that got you so fucking hard. Your dick slid into the rotted cunt. The wet, slapping sounds of their merciless pounding sent jolts of pleasure through my body, and I found myself growing hornier by the second. It was clear that we both had a taste for Extreme snuff, and that this shared fetish was what bound us together.
I needed you to do it so bad, so I flipped the dead bitch over onto her tummy and spread her ass open. I screamed for you to claim the dead little whore’s ass, and you certainly did. It was so much fun to watch. You pounded her into a mush, so now we need another.
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