Note: This is the go after up to "Drill Her Corpse 1 and Two". If your a gore admirer, you'll enjoy this. If you like realistic shootings with great--GREAT off the hook effects--you'll like it too. If your a postmortem/necro aficionado you'll enjoy it--unless your NOT a gore admirer. Did I mention, there was some gore?Synopsis:
Exclusive Agent Monicka Marshall has infiltrated the Sandle Corporation and confronts it's possessor who is a known weapons dealer. He gets the hop on her, shooting her a few times until she is ultimately dead. He plumbs her bleeding figure rock hard on his desk. Afterward, he visits her in the morgue to find out who she was and determined to probe her more scrupulously while he is there.Story:
Exclusive Agent Marshall was given the go ahead to make the arrest. It was a ordinary procedure. She had been an worker at the Sandle Corporation for Six months while the investigation on it's holder 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 plump into her fragile tummy. Blood poured out of the wound as she mustered enough intensity to hoist up her 9mm. But, he fired 2 more times--hitting her in the stomach and abdomen. She fell forth, the exit wound obviously seen dousing her back. She still, controlled to get up, her high-heeled slippers 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 tee-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. Experiencing it, he flip around, but not before she fired---or, at least attempted to fire. Her gun was inserted. He smiled, 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 blasting 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 ended his phone call, he checked her out. She was uber-sexy, even facialed in blood. He pulled her around, gliding lightly in her blood. He got her up on his desk, over on her belly, her donk in the direction of him. He was instantaneously firm, and slid his man rod in her red-hot poon. He plumbed her rock hard 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 clinic, he gained entry using his connections to get a faux badge. It was after hours and no one would disturb him. He checked her Passport. He was amazed that this youthfull, mind-blowing 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 flipped her over, eyeing her exit injuries and the back of her head. He toyed a bit with her brains--in a petite baggie roped to her mitt. Then, he opened up her gams and frigged her taut, cold beaver.
He spinned her back over and embarked washing her. Using a bucket and rag, he leisurely went over her entire figure, seeing the soap and water mingle on her flesh as the blood was washed off.
Once she was washed, he dreamed her one last time. So, he pulled her to the brim of the table and smashed her cock-squeezing, 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 suspending off the verge, prepped for the next man who might want her.
Runtime : 29min 43s
File Size : 990 MB
Resolution : 1280x720
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