And it began. “Love me.” I whispered. Milf sex I struggled weakly, vainly to breath. Trembling I stood, my tights wet and sticky. Three days ago she had been murdered here, and now it was time to lay her to rest. His cock like a sword, impaling me. Read 13314 times |
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She was gone, her ghost laid to rest. Loins burning. Deeper and deeper he penetrated as he came, harder and harder, and I felt like a leaf blown in the wind. “No!” She/I wailed, “Not again!”
It was dim, and she/I had falled alseep with the window open. Trembling I stood, my tights wet and sticky. Gentle fingers played down my cheeks, wiping away cum stains, and dry tears. I knew beneath she wore only a negligee–the same one she was raped and murdered in. The bedroom was cool and quiet–a soft breeze blew through the open window ruffling the curtains and the sheet covering the body.
