Then let it fall back onto his cock. It was getting late and he was expected home for dinner tonight. He had fucked corpses that had been dead longer than the one he was faced with now. “YES!” he let out a resounding yelp as he pulled the lower half of a corpse onto the shore. He would have never thought fishing was something he would enjoy, and he likely wouldn’t have, if not for the Cártel de Sinaloa. They would probably fuck it, depending on how rotted it was. This was the best spot on the whole river. With much regret he tossed the carcass back into the river, knowing the water would wash all traces of him out of it. His rod was almost ripped out his hands, he had hooked something, and it was heavy-heavier than any fish in the river. This was the best possible outcome. She had been young, probably his age. If the hole was attached to someone alive they would have screamed.
