Pandora's Box
High Primistress
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2024
- Messages
- 27
- Location
- United States
Dead cunts should be free use.
Getting to fuck all the dead bitches you want should be a bonus of becoming a mortician.
If you witness a car wreck, better yet, if you cause a car wreck, and you come out unscathed, you should be able to pull the cadaver out of the front seat and fuck her right there on the asphalt. The first responders should pay you no mind when they show up, instead focusing on using the jaws of life to remove her screaming infant from the backseat.
If a coworker has a heart attack or an aneurysm you get an office fleshlight, at least for a day or two.
Funerals should function like trains, every family member and close acquaintance getting a turn to fuck and finger and prod and taste before she's lowered into the ground. How sweet, a daughter buried with her family's sperm inside her.
If a bitch kills herself - sprays her brains out or splatters on the pavement or tears open under the wheels of a train - her wet brain matter and intestines would make perfect fleshlights. It should be normal to be walking down the street and look over to see a man balls deep in the back of a dead woman's skull, smooth pink and red and white and purple matter pushing out around his cock every time he pushes in, turning her brain into paste. You should be able to sit back with a coffee on a sidewalk bench and listen to the sloppy wet noises of someone humping into a pile of organs, the body they once belonged to almost unrecognizable as a human from the impact.
Getting to fuck all the dead bitches you want should be a bonus of becoming a mortician.
If you witness a car wreck, better yet, if you cause a car wreck, and you come out unscathed, you should be able to pull the cadaver out of the front seat and fuck her right there on the asphalt. The first responders should pay you no mind when they show up, instead focusing on using the jaws of life to remove her screaming infant from the backseat.
If a coworker has a heart attack or an aneurysm you get an office fleshlight, at least for a day or two.
Funerals should function like trains, every family member and close acquaintance getting a turn to fuck and finger and prod and taste before she's lowered into the ground. How sweet, a daughter buried with her family's sperm inside her.
If a bitch kills herself - sprays her brains out or splatters on the pavement or tears open under the wheels of a train - her wet brain matter and intestines would make perfect fleshlights. It should be normal to be walking down the street and look over to see a man balls deep in the back of a dead woman's skull, smooth pink and red and white and purple matter pushing out around his cock every time he pushes in, turning her brain into paste. You should be able to sit back with a coffee on a sidewalk bench and listen to the sloppy wet noises of someone humping into a pile of organs, the body they once belonged to almost unrecognizable as a human from the impact.
