She was a blank slate, ready for her final experience. With great care he removed the sheet, and we both gazed on the dead woman. Xnxx porn My/Her hand lay gently on our moist mound, still wet from the evening’s masturbation. As he continued down her body with the sponge, he fondled and suckled my breasts–not the crude crushing of the rapist, but a touch so light and gentle I gasped and tingled with the delight of it. Please, oh please, I begged in the cold darkness of my mind, let me die. His weight was on us, hands groping my breasts and thighs–pushing them apart and forcing his fingers inside her. The Second Man nodded and approached the bed. This was lovemaking. She was rootless now that I had experienced–and accepted the burden of her death. I gasped as he penetrated her. Like all dead, she gravitated towards her once mortal remains, and as the Second Man composed her body on the bed I could feel her settle once more. Through the light pink of her clothing I could see a well-trimmed golden bush crowning her abused womanhood. Lungs burning. Trembling and thrashing, as my body tried desperately to find air–to live.
