I’m not personally into it. Reminds me of that time I killed the high elf speech master bitch in Oblivion, and a guard came up, saying that the body was still warm.

I mean it’s legal, can you get any serious diseases from it? I mean, free pussy, right?

Let’s say you work in a morgue for instance, and the cameras happen to be off, and there just so happens to be a nice busty blond on the table. Why not take the chance when the opportunity presents itself?

What if the woman consents to it before she dies?

I mean with how it is with feminists bitches today, fat fucks, Karen’s and whores. It seems like a good deal, right?

Fellas, how long is until the body gets cold?
 
I’m not personally into it. Reminds me of that time I killed the high elf speech master bitch in Oblivion, and a guard came up, saying that the body was still warm.

I mean it’s legal, can you get any serious diseases from it? I mean, free pussy, right?

Let’s say you work in a morgue for instance, and the cameras happen to be off, and there just so happens to be a nice busty blond on the table. Why not take the chance when the opportunity presents itself?

What if the woman consents to it before she dies?

I mean with how it is with feminists bitches today, fat fucks, Karen’s and whores. It seems like a good deal, right?

Fellas, how long is until the body gets cold?
Nigga what
 

RoseSparrow

Newfag
pretty insane stuff! love to see it <3
 

astralita

Newfag
Imagine that someone loves you so much that willingly offers you his life and consents to serve you in death too. So you grab the dick of this bishie, make a tourniquet and inject some liquid to keep an erection and ride him. His warmth is fading but you can still feel some. He looks beautiful than ever with his expression full of the solace that only death can give us. Each pelvic movement, each stroke to his hair, each unrequited kiss, each caress running from his face, passing through his neck and chest to finish in his abdomen, is the last so you make them lovingly, very lovingly. You unravel for the last time all the passion that he inspires on you on a sequence of orgasms. Will you take the risk of a last nap in his chest? Certainly so, in spite of the growing cold of his skin.
Then you wake up with hunger. His service to you in death didn't end with sex. He begged you to consume him, to give him the honor of nourish you. The process is very messy, but you figure out how to cut a chunk of meat from his thigh. Then you proceed to cut more from him to freeze and eat his meat for months. All this dahmeresque work makes you more hunger, so you prepare this first chunk of meat on a pan very quickly, as you want to taste him rare. Dinner is ready! he loved rosé in life, and it's a perfect companion for meat. So you cut the first bite, all juicy and pink like your wine, and taste it: you never tasted something so sweet, so addictive. A toast for your babyboy, who both in life and death could please you like a goddess! <3
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