You’re dead and in a morgue. They would do all sorts of things to you. She’s absolutely soaked!”
“That’s right darling. This bitch is tight as an ill-fitting glove! She’s absolutely soaked!”
“That’s right darling. Especially if you were going commando while dressed like some cheap skank. “Subject is a Female Caucasian. She gently traced a finger round the lips of your mouth, before pulling the bust of your dress down just far enough for your tits to pop free. God, that looks so trashy on her.”
That last remark startles you. “Poor, beautiful thing. Cum inside her! They’ed dress you up, put on makeup, fuck you, let guests fuck you, hang you, pretend to kill you. She looks like she should be standing under a streetlight, turning tricks for a quick buck.”
Your anger quickly turned to sadness at this observation. Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you have plenty of fun before the end.”
You hear the doors of the room clatter open, and a male voice begins to speak. You’re dead and in a morgue. You feel the same hand from before start to poke and prod your pussy, and a wave of pleasure washes over you.
