Peachy Keen Films-Fuck Her Corpse

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An undercover cop is at the end of her job. She has eventually, after months of pulverizing the twin brothers that run a local crime syndicate, gotten them to go after each other. Hopefully, this embarks a war that solves a bunch of the police departments problems by removing lots of bad fellows.
She sits nude, conversing to her cheif about how good it will be to get back to the real world. She gets clad and is about to leave, when one of the brothers squirt in. She seizes her gun, but he is too fast and puts 2 fuck-holes in her tummy. She is still standing, attempts to elevate her weopon, but he shoots her two times in her right jug. She falls to the floor. He coerces her to give him head and crams her throat with jizz. She slobbers it out and, tired, begins to get pull herself up. He cannot believe she is still attempting to get him. As she brings up a fuckhole crush to maybe beat him with, he shoots her two times in the right jug. ***** everywhere. She just stands, like a statue. He needs to accomplish this. He ambles up and point blank shoots her in the temple. The back of her head spews, and as she flies back a big lump of her brains grounds next to her on the desk.

She is dead. Bleeding. Everything is bleeding. But, he thinks, what the screw, and embarks fuckin' her. He tears up her for a while on the desk, then shifts her over and nails her over the desk. He spins her back, plows her some more and finishes off in her. Then, he leaves to tell his step-brother.

Unluckily, he afterwards gets killed by his brutha.

Much afterwards, his brutha comes in. Time has past and she has been dead for a while. Her face is gray. The ***** is dried. He checks her out, then determines to nail her too. He bangs her in many different postures, then penetrates the fuck-hole in her head. He even plays with her brains. He attempts to close her eyes but they won't close. So, he gets raging and shoots another hold in her forehead. Then, he tears off all her clothes. When he is done, he plays with her soles and deep throats her toes. He takes her footwear and substitutes them with pumps. Then he leaves.

Afterwards, at the morgue, the mortician gives her a total examination. He cleans her up, bags lumps of her brain and pries the fuckhole kick she has been onto out of her arm. She is in utter rigor when he plumbs her. That make holding her gams up effortless. Briefly, he spunks all over her stomach, then he leaves her dead, cold, rock hard, in the morgue.