Hope's heart was pounding in her chest Hardly able to contain her emotion, she couldn't believe what had just happened, for the first time in her life she had been completely and utterly happy, but the next was the worst, and lowest point of her life. She could hear the sirens of the police on their way, she would do anything to stop them from arresting her true love. Even running out in front of it for them to stop. Wait a minute, that was an idea...
Nothing could stop her now, she was running towards the road at full speed but Mr. S saw her, he didn't want her to get hurt. Before he knew it, he was running after her, trying to stop her death but something else happened. He was stopped by aka large blunt force, and it was over. Hope's beloved dilf was no more than a big blob of meat pooled with blood. Her friends laughed at his limp body, looking like a jam filled jelly donut. Round, pale and lifeless. His handcuffs were the only humain thing left, the only thing without DEATH written all over it (Well, more like splattered that doesn't matter)
She was going to fuck his dead body, in front of everyone
It was the day of the funeral, but Hope had an idea. She never got action with him alive, so why not dead? I mean why not? Love is love, Right? And she sure love's that Dead Daddy Dilf Dick. She wore her best black dress with a low cut the cleavage looked like two babies heads. It didn't even look like a dress anymore. But it was worth it, worth it for him. It's what he would've wanted, right?
Hope starts to strip down to her birthday suit, everything is free and blowing in the wind and Mr S's dick is still very much alive.
Hope was then going to town on the dead carcus as it flopped around. 23 adults were needed to pull the lady in heat off of her dead pleasure.
Therapy was needed for all.
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The One Exception
Roman d'amourTrue love comes in many forms and one of them may not be accepted by society, but does that really matter?
