Victoria's Deadly Flirting

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1.
Using a forged key provided by the assistant, I successfully sneaked into the apartment. Once inside, I went straight to
the computer on the desk and quickly searched through the disks, hoping to find something soon. I tried to access the computer,
but layers of password protection told me that wasting precious time on it might not be worthwhile
. So, I grabbed some disks that seemed potentially useful and tossed them into my shoulder
bag.
At that moment, a notebook on the desk caught my attention. I noticed a page had been
hastily torn out, the remaining portion containing an incomplete address in the city. I
tore out the rest of the page and put it in my pocket. Then I continued with the desk and drawers. I
didn't have much time to finish this task. The meeting was at 10 PM, but she could return at any time
.
Just as I finished with the filing cabinet, suddenly, the clatter of high heels echoed from the end of the hallway,
sharp and light, the footsteps quick and hurried. The sound of high heels grew louder. I tossed my bag over my shoulder
, tightened it, drew my Grog pistol from its holster, and slipped into the kitchen. I hid
behind the door with its two shutters, from which I could directly observe the front door.
The sound of high heels grew louder, finally silencing at the doorway. Then came
the soft dragging of shoes, the rustling of a purse being rummaged through, the clinking of keys, and then the sound of a key sliding into the lock—the door slowly
opened, a thin beam of light piercing the darkness of the living room. I watched intently, seeing a slender, well-
proportioned figure slide into the light from the doorway, then quickly disappear into the darkness behind the closed door. Then, a few more
careful footsteps, and finally, the light on the bookshelf was turned on.
2.
Passing through the two dark kitchen doors, I finally saw her clearly. She wore a tailor-made dark gray
suit, impeccably neat and elegant: a short top that reached her waist, fastened tightly at the chest, over which was
a silver silk blouse, also fastened, though she had deliberately unbuttoned one or two buttons, seductively
revealing her smooth, deep cleavage—her breasts were at least 35 inches. The short skirt was stunning
, seemingly two inches shorter than conventionally "acceptable," clinging tightly to her waist,
highlighting not only her exquisitely beautiful lower abdomen but also making her wild and firm buttocks appear even more shapely.
On her feet were simple black ballet shoes that lifted her ankles, subtly showcasing the elegant curves of her calves
. Her jet-black hair, reaching her shoulders, was styled in the currently fashionable forward curls, perfectly complementing and accentuating
her vibrant face and passionate light brown eyes.
She glanced around the room, then walked to her desk, her elegant, full breasts trembling with each step
. She scanned the desk, cabinets, and computer, knowing someone had been there, but seemingly
not expecting her to still be in the room. She knew the intruder hadn't gotten what he wanted—but
knew it was with her—and she didn't have time to escape to the nearby public store, fearing someone
might have visited her apartment. For her, her job was essentially done; she just needed to copy the master disk,
pack her overnight suitcase, grab her passport, and escape to the airport, then she'd be safe. So she turned and headed towards her
bedroom. As she turned, her small, round buttocks swayed firmly with each step, and seeing
this, a surge of desire welled up within me.
I waited until she went into the bedroom to pack her things, then, risking great danger, slipped into the hallway and
behind the open door to the middle bathroom. I darted quickly into the shadows behind the door, watching her as she continued with what she
thought was a clean and efficient escape plan.
3.
She paused at the dressing table, seemingly wondering if she had forgotten something. In the dim light of the bedroom
, her black hair shimmered, casting faint shadows on her beautiful cheekbones. She slowly walked down the dimly lit
hallway, towards the bathroom door. I quickly switched off the light, rushed to her, and pointed the Grog pistol directly
at her flat stomach.
"It's alright, don't move, Miss Talbot… Miss Victoria Talbot, am I mistaken
?"
She looked at me, calm yet angry, with a hint of surprise, perhaps still unable to believe she had been tracked here
. "Of course you are. I already know who sent you."
I poked her with the muzzle of the gun, forcing her against the wall.
"Put your hands where I can see, Miss Talbot…"
I pressed the muzzle of the gun deep into her stomach, staring into her eyes.
“Since you know who sent me, you should know what I’m here for.”
“I know?” she retorted, raising her chin defiantly.
“I think you know,”
I replied, the muzzle of the gun pressing deeper into her soft abdomen, just below her ribs.
“I think you know why I’m here, know what I’m looking for. If you’re as sensible as I imagine
, you’d better hand it over, so we can both be better off.”
“How do you know it’s with me? I can tell you’ve already searched my place.” Her retort
was still stern.
“Well, Miss Talbot,”
I said calmly, raising my Grog pistol to press against her sternum,
“there’s one thing I haven’t searched—not the bedroom, and not you… Let’s start with the bedroom,
shall we?”
I lowered the gun to her abdomen, grabbed one of her arms, and pushed her into the hallway toward the bedroom:
“Let’s begin. Now…”
4.
When we reached the bedroom, Victoria stopped, turned around, and faced me in the doorway.
I raised my gun: "Go in. Go in!"
Victoria suddenly leaped, her knee aimed straight for my groin, and one arm swept across my
hand holding the pistol, trying to knock it away. To avoid her knee, I instinctively twisted my body; at that moment, my gun was already...
She parried my shot, and in the chaos, I struggled to grip my pistol, pulling the trigger several times, each shot hitting the ceiling.
The sudden dodge of her knee caused me to lose my balance and fall to the floor, almost disoriented for a moment
, only hearing her frantic footsteps, seemingly heading towards the door. I snapped back to reality,
scrambling to my feet, raising my pistol, and firing when she was about ten feet from the door.
As the bullet pierced her flesh, her smooth, crooked torso twisted and convulsed violently. Victoria screamed in pain and terror
, which quickly turned into muffled groans and suffocating moans. The bullet pierced several small, fountain-like
holes, forming a perfect arc from above her left hip to her right shoulder blade.
In pain and fear, Victoria tried to reach the door, but it was all in vain; her weak legs
couldn't control her violently trembling high heels. Her beautiful, strong legs struggled, taking one last
step forward before collapsing. A muffled thud was heard as her body hit the ground, seemingly bouncing
slightly, before she lay prone, her flesh twitching and swaying slightly—she had finally
stopped a few steps before the door.
5.
I cautiously approached Victoria's body, my Grog pistol still aimed at her shapely upper abdomen
.
Victoria's fresh body lay sprawled, haphazard and unskilled; yet somehow, to me it
appeared remarkably graceful, one slender leg stretched straight out, the other slightly bent forward, kicking her high heel
askew. Her right arm draped lazily beside her torso, her left arm outstretched, forever pointing towards the door,
a point she would never reach again.
She stretched out at my feet, a posture that seemed as if she were still leaping or taking a step. This supple, athletic
body, frozen in the instant of her stride by Grog's precise ricochet, was
nailed to this final leap, preserved as a specimen. Victoria's once dazzling brown hair, possessing such exquisite grace
, was now disheveled, a black ribbon casually draped over her languid head. Her elegant posture
, now so relaxed and natural, had fallen into a dark and terrifying stillness, a transcendent
indifference, a frightening calm. Her deep brown eyes, staring at the closed door, were
unfocused; her eyelids hung stiffly, her gaze seemingly lost in a trance, wandering in a dream.
I approached the corpse and gently nudged her groin with my foot, once, twice—no reaction. Victoria
's smooth waist, taut, upturned buttocks, and rounded hips
trembled rhythmically with my gentle push. Each time, her limp body rose and fell slowly, then fell silent again.
I knelt before her corpse, grabbed the belt of her skirt, and pulled hard, flipping her over. Her
left arm struck her waist heavily, her head rolled over her right arm, and slammed onto the floor with a soft thud.
A mixture of saliva and blood flowed from Victoria's mouth, quickly
pooling beneath her head. On her torso, blood quickly seeped from the bullet holes onto the floor, spreading gently.
It seemed the fluid had been waiting for this, and now it had finally found a new opening in her body (the bullet had pierced
her, leaving bullet holes at both ends).
I grabbed her left arm; there was no pulse. I tossed her arm aside, watching with amusement as it
bounced off her hip and slid to the floor, forming a seemingly mad angle with her elbow
. I leaned forward again, pressed my hand to her throat, and checked for a pulse; there was none. Then,
I grabbed her skirt and pulled the body a few inches apart, then flipped her over so she was face down. The
frail body swayed slightly before falling silent again.
6.
I stood up, stepped over Victoria's body, crossed the room, put my pistol back in its holster, and took off my coat,
placing it on a chair. I was certain Victoria was dead and wouldn't struggle anymore, making my next move
much easier. I slowly walked back to Victoria's body, knelt on top of her, her left leg still
gently curled forward, pulling at her tight skirt, perfectly outlining her strong thigh and proud, firm
buttocks—a truly provocative pose. (Great! I'll have plenty of time to enjoy
this feast later).
I searched her body thoroughly, quickly, completely, and roughly, but found nothing.
So I grabbed her skirt sash again, turned her to the side, and yanked hard, unbuttoning her short jacket.
Then I let go, and she lay face down again. I pulled her jacket up from her waist, trying to
find a hidden pocket. That's when I noticed the thick fabric concealing her profuse bleeding.
The bullet holes in the inner silver silk shirt were different from the small holes in the outer jacket; they were jagged and disordered.
Tearful fabric and loose threads were embedded in five bullet holes in the corpse's back.
The blood flowing from these five separate holes pooled in the silk shirt, making the silk
undergarment shimmer. The blood had seeped deeply into her jacket, leaving spots on the lining. As I touched
her bullet-ravaged body, I found nothing but the taut flesh of a woman beneath the blood-stained silk
.
Then I started on her legs. I picked up the loose black high heel and checked for any
hidden openings. Suddenly, I caught a whiff of shoe perfume! The scent instantly
captivated me, making me lose myself in it. It took me a while to come to my senses. I put the shoe down from beside my face, tossed it
aside, and then lifted her bare, beautiful foot. I noticed a shimmering anklet a few inches above her ankle
. I extended a finger, pulled the anklet off, and released Victoria's
soft, beautiful foot. It landed gently on the ground, causing her soft, lifeless
waist and buttocks to tremble slightly. I grabbed her other leg, pulled it towards me, and took off the high heel, checking it as well. That shoe was also sprayed with perfume. It 　　was really hard for me to concentrate
until the work reached its "climax."

7.
I stood up, kicked Victoria's shoes aside, and stared for a moment at
the young woman's body curled up at my feet, strong and full, with taut buttocks. It was a superb shot, I thought; five tiny
bullets pierced the fine cotton coat, penetrated the beauty's taut back, and then passed through her abdomen, five beautiful
bullet holes arranged in a tight, smooth curve between her navel and ribs.
I slipped my foot between Victoria's soft, lifeless upper abdomen and the ground, and kicked upwards sharply,
flipping the limp, heavy body over so she was face up and back down. Her left arm swept across her chest,
finally stopping beside her, half-bent, slightly extended from her shoulder. Her beautiful thighs trembled, her buttocks
quivered provocatively, and her head swayed, slowly coming to a stop. Her body had been turned over both gently and heavily
, the dynamics of which made her sway and tremble obediently, like a young deer just hunted.
I grabbed Victoria's short jacket from the front, starting with the inner pockets and lining—still nothing!
That bitch, if she hid anything in the airport lockers, that's troublesome. Damn it, I shouldn't
have killed her so soon; I should have gotten something out of her mouth first. After searching her jacket, I didn't
put her clothes back on. My gaze lingered on her lifeless face; she was still so ethereal
, so beautiful. The soft light from the corridor shone on her high, elegant cheekbones, shimmering with
a soft, warm glow; her eyes were still moist, her gaze so indifferent, so cold.
A thin, continuous trickle of blood flowed from her mouth, down her cheek, perfectly complementing her
lipstick—truly exquisite.
I began to search Victoria's supple torso, starting from her lower back and slowly moving towards her armpits. I grabbed her
wrists and lifted her arms overhead. As her arms fell, they gently curled into an
awkward, casual angle. While working on her blood-soaked shirt, I tried to avoid getting my hands unnecessarily stained with blood.
I tried to tear open Victoria's shirt, removing one button at a time. Her supple body
trembled slightly with each twitch of the fabric, her head shaking incessantly. Finally, her smooth, flat abdomen was exposed
before my eyes. I stopped, carefully admiring the bullet hole on her front, my
masterpiece on her body. The bullet's exit wound creased outwards, like a small volcano spewing blood, the blood
connecting the various points, forming a strange net-like pattern between her navel and chest.
8.
I grabbed Victoria's thin, gossamer-like bra and pulled it off her soft, full breasts. At that
moment, her breasts trembled slightly. I was stunned; they were so beautiful. My breathing quickened, and my pulse
accelerated. It took me a while to calm myself before I began searching for hiding places inside her bra. I lifted
this lifeless beauty, facing me, and started looking for the bra straps at her back. While searching
, my hand accidentally brushed against Victoria's left breast, and I suddenly realized my hand was stained with blood.
Where did this blood come from?
I scanned her from head to toe and saw a thin stream of blood
flowing from the lower part of Victoria's left breast between her third and fourth ribs. The left cup of her bra had been violently torn open, and a small puddle of blood mixed with milk
was sprayed onto the fabric. As the blood flowed downwards, it found its way through the smooth folds of her breast, the line where Victoria's breast and torso met at the bottom. Thus, 　　a shimmering line of blood was left beneath
this large "lump ." 　　There was nothing inside the bra. It seemed I had no choice but to search everything. I couldn't do this 　　work here. I quickly slipped Victoria's bra on, buttoned up two or three buttons on her shirt, and tightened her blouse 　　. Then, kicking her high heels aside, I couldn't help but stop, taking a deep 　　breath, savoring Victoria's lifeless elegance. Even now, lifeless, 　　covered in blood, riddled with bullet holes, her beauty was irresistible. Her once neat and tidy clothes were now 　　disheveled, a deathly mess on her dead body. But even in such 　　disarray, even with her bullet-riddled blouse bunched up on her upper body, bunched at her shoulders, and pressing her 　　full breasts upwards; even with her half-open shirt revealing a stunningly alluring cleavage, her expression 　　remained so nonchalant, so indifferent. 　　I temporarily left the corpse, leaned the holster on the chair, and took off my shirt. Then, I began 　　working again. I curled up Victoria's body, wrapped one arm around her back, grabbed 　　the elbow of the other arm, placed her body on my shoulder, and then quickly lowered my arm, gripping her thigh tightly, and hoisted 　　her up. 　　9. 　　Victoria's body almost slipped off my shoulder; I quickly grabbed her waist. Her lifeless 　　arms flailed in the air, and her head at the end of her spine, as if on drugs, 　　swayed wildly up and down at a comical angle. Her hair shimmered, resembling a horse's tail as her head swung. 　　I paused to maintain my balance, switched hands, and embraced Victoria's full thighs. Just then, 　　I smelled Victoria's sweet scent emanating from my arms and shoulders. Her torso began 　　to tremble slowly from her hips, her arms swayed, and her head bobbed back and forth—it was so beautiful, a truly beautiful human 　　toy. 　　I walked down the corridor towards the bedroom, Victoria's arms swinging loosely with my steps, her limp 　　hands occasionally brushing against my buttocks. I felt a surge of smug satisfaction. "That bitch is patting my ass," I muttered to 　　myself mockingly, imagining her words: "You naughty boy, you killed me, you little devil..." 　　I reached the bedroom door and surveyed my surroundings. I realized I couldn't let Victoria's vaginal 　　discharge, urine, or blood from her fresh wounds stain the sheets; I needed them to transport the body 　　back to headquarters. After ruling out the sheets, I began searching for a place to lay the body. Everything...

No, no sofa, no armchair. Looks like I'll have to put her on the floor for now. I pulled, and Victoria
's torso slid off my shoulder. I released her legs, and with a heavy thud, her body
fell solidly to the floor. Her outstretched limbs slapped the carpet, her torso and buttocks jolted violently
, then she remained still.
I went to the bed, tidied the bedding, folded it haphazardly, and tossed it into a corner. Then
I returned to Victoria's body, grabbed her ankles, and dragged her onto the bed. Her arms hung limply behind her
head; with each tug on her ankles, her head swayed slightly. Her clothes were even more disheveled; her short
skirt was bunched up around her ample hips, her shirt and top were pulled up to her upper body, lifting her breasts
and posing her in an even more obscene position. Faced with such a thrillingly sexy sight, I smiled slightly.
Then, I bent down and cradled Victoria's body in my arms, placing one arm under her knees and the other
supporting her upper abdomen, before tossing her face down onto the bed. Her body bounced wildly on the bed two or three times,
trembling with the vibrations of the mattress.
10.
I went to the other end of the bed and pulled her short top and shirt up to her shoulders, revealing the bra clasp at the back.
With a forceful pull, the strap broke—nothing there. Then, I moved down to her skirt
. This time, I unzipped the back and carefully touched the two sides of the zipper—still nothing.
I lifted Victoria's waist and shoulders, turning her over so she was face up. Then, I untied the
skirt and pulled it down to her ankles, making it easier to touch her.
Unfortunately, still nothing. I set her short skirt aside, admiring Victoria's full
but lifeless thighs, while slowly pulling her sheer black stockings off her shapely legs. As
I removed the stocking from her right thigh, I paused, genuinely admiring her shapely calves, slender and
beautiful ankles, and elegant, smooth feet. I gently released her, letting her feet fall onto the bed.
Victoria's legs were now completely naked, allowing me to easily examine her black French
panties, which tightly hugged her smooth, firm, and proudly protruding round buttocks. While examining the panties
, I briefly thought I had found a small cubicle, but I was wrong. I then moved up her arms
, placing her soft and submissive upper limbs above her head, and began to completely remove her short jacket. As the sleeves left her
arms, her arms once again slapped against the mattress before finally falling lazily onto the bed. I couldn't help but stop again,
admiring her. Victoria was so beautiful now, wearing only panties, a bra, and a
loosely buttoned, blood-soaked silver silk shirt clinging to her flesh. I grabbed one side of her panties, twisted and pulled
hard, and the panties came undone. Then, I gently pulled them open, revealing her full, curvaceous
hips. Her inner thighs, all the way to her knees, glistened with vaginal
secretions and urine from incontinence. Her pubic hair was beautiful and neat, with tiny droplets of fluid clinging to it, shimmering.
The smell of this mixture, this strong odor containing blood, urine, and vaginal secretions,
astonished me, and also gave me a surge of excitement and pleasure.
I unbuttoned the three hastily buttoned buttons of her shirt, ripped it off, and tossed it aside. I grabbed
her bra from the front and pulled hard, revealing her beautiful, full breasts. Suddenly, I felt
something on the bra strap, at the edge of the cup—I found it! Thirty-seven microfilms were wrapped in a small
tube and sewn onto the cups of a Victoria's Secret black bra. I got up from the bed and placed the films in
a safe spot near the bedside table. It's over, the work objective is achieved. Now, it's time to confirm the target's death
.
11.
I allowed myself a moment to rest, savoring the joy of victory while basking in the allure of Victoria
, this beautiful woman resting peacefully amidst a pile of blood-stained clothes. I picked up Victoria's limp and submissive
body, turned her over so her face was down, and straightened her arms to remove her shirt. I grabbed
her sleeve and yanked cleanly and forcefully—Victoria's corpse was finally laid naked before me.
I slowly reached down, gently caressing Victoria's hips—
hips that, though lifeless, remained taut. Then, my hand moved backward, tracing down her rounded buttocks and waist, caressing
her smooth thighs. I gently kneaded this soft beauty, my hand steadily and rhythmically moving downward,
stroking her calves, caressing her elegant feet. I felt a pang of regret; I shouldn't have taken off her high heels.
Before she died, standing before me, those four-inch heels were so beautiful, almost perfectly
accentuating her dignified and elegant ankles, curving the line from ankle to toes into a gentle arch.
I wanted to admire that beauty a little longer, so I lifted her foot, bending it from the knee
into an arch, while her body remained face down, lying quietly on the blood-soaked bed… Her feet
were so beautiful!
So stylish, so elegant! Her toes were substantial and meticulously manicured: her toenails
were polished and painted a vibrant, glossy red. This red, combined with her nail polish, her lipstick
, and the blood flowing from her mouth and wounds, was breathtakingly beautiful. I gently lifted her
feet, pressed the soles against my face, kissed and lightly nibbled at her adorable toes… Finally,
I watched with tenderness as they slipped from my hands and fell back onto the mattress.
I grabbed Victoria's ankles, pulled her legs, and twisted them, her hips turning along with them. Using this
momentum, I turned the listless young woman's corpse over, so she was face up. As she turned, her
arms flailed, her head shook violently, then fell silent again. I stood there stunned for a moment, then climbed onto the bed and
knelt at the feet of this alluring corpse. This moment was so beautiful—before me lay a
goddess who aroused my lust, a completely dead, naked woman! Reason told me to leave as soon as possible, but to stay, I
was willing to pay any price!
I wrapped my arms around Victoria's lifeless thighs, pressing my face against her wet
vulva. Her genitals emitted a captivating scent: blood, urine, and vaginal fluids mixed together, creating
a potent aphrodisiac that made me feel like I was on drugs, floating in ecstasy. I lifted my head, my face sticky
with vaginal fluids and urine, and some diluted blood. These liquids didn't
bother me at all; instead, they gave me a sense of conqueror's pleasure. Now, my eyes, wild and hungry, roamed over her naked
body, finally settling on Victoria's smooth, firm abdomen,
on the bullet holes.
12.
I quickly got up, ran to the bathroom, and found a towel and a small bottle of baby oil. Then, I
wet the towel and returned to Victoria's bedside. She was still lying there peacefully. I knelt beside her
and used the wet towel to wipe the blood around the bullet holes in her abdomen. After wiping away the bloodstains, the clean, neat
, yet elegant bullet holes were clearly visible on her smooth, lustrous abdomen. Each
hole was slightly wrinkled outwards, like tiny lumps, each with a small well from which fresh blood would flow
. As I turned her over to wipe the blood from her back, her breathtakingly beautiful buttocks made me
pause. Once the last trace of blood was gone, I stopped to properly admire this
masterpiece. The wounds were small, but if forced, they could probably fit my middle finger. I inserted my finger
into one of the bullet holes; a faint "crunching" sound came from it.
It was still warm inside. This wound, like her vagina, was a warm, moist, and arousing
little hole. I turned her body over again, so she was facing upwards, then grabbed her thighs and
quickly and casually pulled them apart. Now, I could easily insert myself into this dead woman's vagina.
I took some baby oil, squeezed out a large amount, and placed it on Victoria's lifeless yet still soft and delicate
skin. I gently mixed it, caressing and feeling it with great pleasure, applying it to
every inch of this beautiful corpse. Soon, the entire body was covered in baby oil. Under the lamplight of the bedside table, Victoria
's dead body shimmered, the most wondrous light coming from her thighs, abdomen, and breasts. These beautiful
protrusions and depressions, focused under the light, transformed into elegant and beautiful lines.
I gently slid my thigh between her legs, lowered my body, and slowly leaned towards this dead
goddess. Victoria's dead body was still so soft and smooth, radiating a captivating power that made
my heart pound wildly. Then, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked into her cold eyes.
How clever and charming she used to be! Before, every time she completed a task, she received a hefty "reward"
—not just monetary, but the penis in the spy chief's crotch must have given her a thrill.
My little brother was already aching from being so hard; it jutted out between my legs,
trembling and swaying incessantly: this seven-inch-long, rock-hard treasure
swung between my legs like a small baseball bat. So, I smeared a ton of baby oil on it. Then, I slid my legs down to Victoria
's hips, grabbed her thighs with my arms, and pulled sharply. Victoria's dead buttocks slid rapidly against my legs
, her vulva slamming against my erect penis, but not immediately penetrating. I rallied my spirits and
once again pulled hard on her two alluring and strong thighs. This time, the lifeless treasure finally
sat down with a thud—my thing was finally fully inserted into the corpse, nailed into
the body of this proud, elegant, excited, sensitive, yet powerless ice beauty.
13.
I pushed and swayed my hips back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster, trying to
draw out the last bit of warm nectar from her lifeless vagina. She gripped so tightly that my little brother was simply unable to extricate himself. Oh…
…hmm, the bite was so perfect. In the swaying of her body, I was intoxicated; her exquisite vagina
was like a millstone, grinding back and forth, making me almost frantically happy: in, out; in again, out again…
Victoria's corpse swayed loosely with my thrusts, her body twitching, her head shaking
.
Yes, it was a dark and terrifying rhythm, the whole corpse was obediently swaying and dancing.
My thing is full, I'm about to cum! Ever since I pulled the trigger on this pretty bitch
, my balls have been accumulating semen, and now it's finally time. I pounded
her soft, dead ass even harder. Her body slid to one side of the bed under my powerful thrusts, her
arms already off the edge, waving up and down as if waving at me, encouraging me to keep going; her
head tilted to one side, bouncing violently up and down at the end of her bent torso, as if nodding excitedly:
"So good, oh, so comfortable, oh..."
You shameless bitch, you still want more? Still want more? You filthy, cunning, fucked-to-death bitch
! You still want more, still want more? Five bullets weren't enough to satisfy you, and you still want me to cum on you?
Fine, then I'll fuck you!
I used all my strength, thrusting in again with all my might, and the upper part of Victoria's torso slid off the edge of the bed. I held her thighs tightly
, swaying my hips to prevent her from slipping off my penis. I saw
her body, now off the edge of the bed, jolting violently up and down. Her arms were flailing almost frantically, her lovely breasts heaving and bouncing
uncontrollably, and her head, her beautiful head, was nodding, nodding
:
"Oh, I want more!..."
It kept teasing my desire, swaying violently up and down with my increasingly frenzied thrusts
.
I was about to lose control. I lost the last vestiges of my reason; I was no longer a person,
but a monster, a terrifying monster driven purely by desire. My waist tightened, arching forward sharply
, as if an electric current surged through my lower body, a surge of heat erupting, violently gushing out of my penis, overflowing...
In Victoria's dead vagina, instantly, her vagina was covered from head to toe in semen. This liquid heated
her vagina, giving her lower body a life-giving warmth.
At this moment, I regained a little composure, a composure that made me tightly grasp Victoria's buttocks and thighs
, dragging her exposed body back onto the bed. Don't go, my lovely bitch, I'm not finished yet
!
14.
I relaxed for a while, panting heavily, caressing and kissing Victoria's soft, limp thighs and
waist, which were still on my knees. This smooth, gleaming corpse was covered in
my sweat from head to toe. I raised my hand, squeezing, stroking, and kneading her soft, docile waist, inserting and
probing her gunshot wounds with my fingers.
I threw Victoria's legs aside, grabbed her knees, turned her over so her face was down, and
once again spread her defenseless thighs. I moved closer to her perfectly firm buttocks, frantically kneading and caressing them
for a while. Next, I spread her buttocks apart and positioned my penis against hers again, but this time
in a new hole.
It was very strenuous, but worth it. I pulled her thighs up, and Victoria's anus
pressed against my penis. In an instant, my thing was harder than I had imagined. Once, twice…
I thrust violently, but each time, Victoria's tight anus squeezed my penis out.
I had to get some baby oil, put some on my fingertips, and stuff it all into Victoria's cute
dead-face anus. I pulled and tugged at her anus, using both hands to create an opening for my already painfully hard penis
.
I grabbed Victoria's buttocks with both hands again, leaving small spots of feces where my fingers touched
. Then, I pulled her up sharply. This time, her anus opened, haha,
my penis finally got home! If a dead person's vagina is a millstone, then their anus is practically
a juicer, giving me almost unbearable pleasure. After only a few thrusts, my balls were already swollen
and throbbing. I pounded into her lovely, tight anus, the intense pleasure arching my groin
. I could no longer maintain the conqueror's "fuck" position, collapsing onto her, my hands sliding over
her shimmering body, embracing her tightly, holding her still-erect, wanton breasts. Oh, God, Victoria
… her nipples were so hard, embedded in my skin. So it turns out that after a woman is fucked, her
nipples will spontaneously contract and harden—just like their anus and vagina.
Once I was on top of her, I relied entirely on the coordination of my hips, waist, and penis, thrusting, pounding, climaxing,
again and again. When my second orgasm came, I bit Victoria's nape to reduce
the sounds of her howls and moans. A warm stream gushed out, washing over and covering Victoria's anus and rectum
. The semen leaked from her anus with a lewd "crunch," the liquid covering
my penis and lubricating Victoria's clenched, dead anus.
15.
I pulled out of Victoria's body and stood by the bed, her still-bleeding wound
leaving a perfect brand on my body—right between my lower abdomen and third rib. Five gleaming little
red dots, quickly diluted by baby oil and semen, slowly trickled down my lower body. Thank you, my dear
bitch, for leaving me such a fine souvenir.
I roughly grabbed Victoria's waist and shoulders, pulled hard, and flipped her over again, face up.
Then I dragged her upper torso off the edge of the bed, her arms waving gently, her head dangling in
the air, as if trying to look up at me, begging me to do it again. I stepped next to her head, my strong
, hard little brother pointing directly at her face.
I grabbed Victoria's hair with one hand, pulling her head upwards, while my other hand gripped her
chin, prying her mouth open. Then, I lifted her head from the back and carefully shoved my engorged
penis into her mouth, simultaneously clamping her head between my thighs. Victoria's delicate chin,
relaxed and lifeless, was enough to stimulate my penis. Then, I slowly and methodically began to fuck
Victoria's wide-eyed, lifeless face.
As I fucked her face, I turned around and glanced at the scene behind me, which aroused me even more
: as I slowly penetrated her relaxed, dead mouth, her eyes opened, blank and cold,
staring at my buttocks. With each thrust and impact, her chin moved rhythmically up and down
. When Victoria's thick, wet, and cold tongue squeezed my penis, my lower body suddenly surged
with boundless energy and passion, another surge of desire washing over me. Now, my thighs and buttocks began
to tremble uncontrollably, and another orgasm erupted wildly in my almost exhausted waist.
My penetration became an involuntary twitching. When the orgasm came, my frenzied waist
was already somewhat out of control. It was as if my lower body had detached from my body, mechanically doing its own thing, and
when I began to ejaculate, my thighs could no longer hold her head. The first ejaculation landed right in her mouth, a few drops of semen
splashing out of her upper palate. The second ejaculation... then the third, the fourth, the semen soaking her nose
and cheeks. The slowly flowing drops of semen crawled over her elegant cheekbones, flowed down her temples, into her ears
, and stained her hair.
It was time to end this murder.
16.
I went to the other side of the bed, pulled Victoria's body back onto the bed, and turned her over so that she was lying face down
. I stopped, took a deep breath, and satisfiedly enjoyed the wonderful moment. Inside the room, on the bed,
the smells mingled—the smell of Victoria's blood, urine, and honey;
the gunpowder of the Grog pistol; the smell of warm semen; and a small amount of feces that my penis had dragged from the dead man's anus
. This strange combination of smells created a mixture akin to an aphrodisiac, which might...
What disgusts others drives me mad, fuels my lust, and intoxicates me.
I grasp Victoria's beautiful, delicate feet, using them to press against my newly erect penis, gently
caressing it, brewing the next ejaculation, preparing to give this dead goddess one last pearl bath. I release
her lifeless lower limbs, spreading them apart, kneeling on the bed, and sliding towards Victoria's alluring buttocks.
Like a wild beast masturbating, I grip my hard penis tightly with both hands, kneading, pressing, and rhythmically
pushing forward, my arms and shoulders bending and trembling. It started slowly, but when the final
thrust erupted in my painfully pleasurable clitoris, my speed increased rapidly.
Because of the added layer of Victoria's vaginal secretions and my semen, it became even more compliant and smooth.
With each thrust, my head jerked back and forth, my sweat-soaked hair flying in the air, even splattering
sweat onto the wall.
Oh...oh!
Oh, God, Victoria. I'm coming, baby. One more time... mmm, mmm, oh, come on, give
it to me, come on, oh!
This was the most spectacular ejaculation of the night, like cannonballs, the white liquid
shooting out from my glans. As it shot into the air, I even felt the opening of my penis widen for a moment,
which terrified me. This ejaculation seemed unstoppable, each one more powerful than the last. The semen traced
beautiful arcs in the air, landing on Victoria's smooth, elegant back,
on the bullet holes from my Grog pistol an hour earlier. Watching my semen hit her gunshot wounds excited me immensely,
directly triggering an even stronger desire in my penis, and another burst of ejaculation, again and again.
Like a basketball star, I aimed my cannonballs at the glittering little red spots on Victoria's back. Watching the
thick pools of semen slowly seep into the gradually darkening bullet holes brought me to my greatest orgasm.
Finally, the storm in my lower body subsided. I leaned forward, resting my chin
on Victoria's lovely, wanton buttocks, and licked her wounds, my tongue probing deep into the thick pool of semen on her back, occasionally
digging the tip of my tongue into the gunshot wounds. I gave those fresh, clean wounds a few "French kisses,"
the taste of blood and semen in my mouth making me pant.
Oh, darling!
Oh, my beautiful bitch, Victoria. I shot her once with a pistol, and now I'm
shooting her again with the "gun" in my own body. I made several holes in her beautiful body, and my own semen flowed into
those holes.
Through the fog of desire and blood, I saw the bedding piled in the corner, and Victoria's bloodstained
clothes scattered on the floor. Slowly, I regained my senses. I began to consider cleaning up the scene and sending the body back to
headquarters for identification and filing. Sheets, clothes, camera, corpse, elevator, truck… Yes,
I remember now—final stage: transport, confirmation. Good heavens, that lovable yet hateful bitch!
I gently turned Victoria over, face up. Her head was curled straight up, her beautiful mouth still
dripping with blood and semen. I brought her slender, supple legs together, bent down, and for the last time lifted this
lovely, shiny, moist corpse, lowered my head, and with a wicked and glorious glint in my eye,
gave her another deep French kiss. As my tongue slid into Victoria's cold mouth, tasting
the blood and semen flowing within her, my heart raced again, and my face flushed with desire.
My love, this is your last night; I will always remember your last job. What a beautiful
ending, nestled in my arms, her body filled with my hot semen. After this murder, I
can now happily retire.
Goodnight, my lovely bad girl.

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