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Fuck Her Corpse 3. Special Agent. Starring Jizzabelle. Directed by JohnM

Off the hook Agent Marshall was given the go ahead to make the arrest. It was a elementary procedure. She had been an worker at the Sandle Corporation for Six months while the investigation on it's proprietor proceeded. All she had to do was wait. And now, it was after hours, he had no security, no other workers around. She approached him with some papers to sign, then pulled out her gun.

But, he had a chunk under his desk, and sent a chubby into her gentle stomach. Blood poured out of the wound as she mustered enough intensity to lift up her 9mm. But, he fired 2 more times--hitting her in the stomach and abdomen. She fell forth, the exit wound evidently seen dousing her back. She still, controlled to get up, her stilettos unsteady in her own blood, and he shot her 2 more times in the pecs. She went down, fought a bit, then was still--staring. Blood poured out of the welts, dousing her t-shirt and pooling around her.

He revved his back on her for a moment to call for a neat up. But, she still had life in her and leisurely rose behind him. Perceiving it, he roll around, but not before she fired---or, at least attempted to fire. Her gun was tucked. He grinned, and let off one shot, bashing her in the temple--some of her brains splatting on the wall behind her. She glided down the wall. Dead. Blood pumping out out of her head against the wall, then running down her back, combined with chunks of brain, puddling on the floor.

She would not be getting back up. After he finished his phone call, he checked her out. She was gorgeous, even glazed in blood. He pulled her around, slipping lightly in her blood. He got her up on his desk, over on her belly, her rump in the direction of him. He was instantaneously firm, and glided his pipe in her warm vulva. He porked her stiff until bursting inwards her. Then he left her---his office was trashed. The cleaning squad would have it back to standard in a jiffy.

At the morgue in the local medical center, he gained entry using his connections to get a faux badge. It was after hours and no one would disturb him. He checked her License. He was amazed that this youthful, wonderful agent attempted to stand up against him.

He took his time providing her a last approach. Very first, taking off all her clothing--looking at the harm he caused her. He then spinned her over, watching her exit scars and the back of her head. He toyed a bit with her brains--in a petite baggie corded to her forearm. Then, he stretched her gams and finger-tickled her cock-squeezing, cold labia.

He spinned her back over and commenced washing her. Using a bucket and rag, he leisurely went over her entire figure, eyeing the soap and water mingle on her flesh as the blood was washed off.

Once she was washed, he wished her one last time. So, he pulled her to the brim of the table and smashed her taut, cold crevasse until he came all over her tummy.

As he was leaving, he attempted to close her eyes, but they stayed open, so he gave up. He left the pretty dead agent with her gams stringing up off the brink, prepped for the next boy who might want her.