Teenage Overdose 4. Starring Logan
Like many tragic stories, this one begins out with a dead chick. Logan Bradshaw of 2234 Mapleleaf Way in Brightshaw. She was Nineteen, latest graduate and youngest daughter-in-law of Denise and Wank. They found her like this. Cold. Bare. Dead.
The coroner made swift work as the police waited outside with the transport drivers. It did not take lengthy. The cursory check for vitals. None of course. He took pics of her in her undisturbed state, then embarked checking her. She was already kicking off to go into rigger, but by the time the medical examiner got to her in the AM, she would be nimble again.
He did not always love his job. But some times, as in this case, the slave was notably captivating. It definitely made things lighter. He continued to check her, disturbing her figure to do so. As he bagged her clothes, he thought about a series of OD cases a duo of years ago. All the slaves died of an MDMA overdose while wanking. He was not sure, but it definitely looked like the case. After checking her fuckbox, he was pretty sure she had intercourse recently. Afterward, he would ask her parents about a possible beau. He bagged her and waited for the transport studs.
At the morgue, the medical examiner was about to embark when he was informed that the beau was their to License the assets. He was close with the family and was ID'ing her on their behalf. It was ordinary procedure, but he desired to watch her one last time.
As the beau looked at Logan, he remembered their last moment together. They here messing around on her couch. She gave him a sensational handle. A fellatio. It was the first-ever. Then, right after, they had gone all the way. But, then the coach called. He had to go, but she was raging he could tell.
He looked down at her cold assets. He had to leave.
The examiner continued, looking her over, checking for any other marks. There were none. ***** had pooled to one side and there was other damaging, but otherwise she was tidy. They would have to wait for the toxicology to observe what killed her. He facialed her back up.
When her bf cut there fucky-fucky session brief, she was angry. It was their first-ever and supposed to be off the hook. But, he furious it up to her instantaneously by providing her the pills. She fresh what they were and was impatient to attempt them. She was always a superb girl--she wished to be bad for a night.
So, he left, making her promise not to take them, but she was stubborn and dreamed to. Just one.
After a while, she sensed the effect and she sensed excellent. She embarked draining, letting her thumbs slide deep into her taut nubile cooter. She was so humid. Experiencing great and wanting more of that sensing, she took the other pill and kept going--stripping off all her clothes. But, something was happening. She was getting hot--not in a great way. She all of a sudden went into twitches. She was jiggling all over the sofa. Then, foam embarked pouring out of her facehole and her eyes revved up. She was jiggling and spasming, then, her life was gone. She relaxed--mouth open, eyes gazing blankly. She was dead.
He had snuck back into the morgue early the next morning. No one was around. He found her and unveiled her bod. She was so cold, but he luved her so much. He sensed her bod all over and as he did, he was revved on. He smooched her a few times, then pulled out his rigid manstick and let it glide into her open jaws. He slipped it in and out, experiencing so firm, he wished more. He pulled her to the end of the table, then glide his pulsing dick into her dead nubile cunny. He nailed his dead youthfull gf until he blew his fountain deep inwards her. As he backed away his jizm trickled out.
He was a lil' bewildered by what just happened. He still sensed so much for her, but he knew this would be the last time. He gave her a smooch and caked her up. Never to witness his paramour again.
Runtime : 38min 45s
File Size : 1.26 GB
Resolution : 768x432