Small Young Slut

A heart attack? You sound pretty. They’ed dress you up, put on makeup, fuck you, let guests fuck you, hang you, pretend to kill you. A woman walks up to you and stands at your side. “Dam… Yeah, that really is super trashy on her. He Emmett lines himself up and thrusts into you as-is. “I’m attributing cause of death to a heart attack. God she’s absolutely soaking! You started to get the feeling that their obsession with this may come from them not being able to have kids. What had you been thinking dressing like that!? As for her clothing, all you can see right now is that she’s wearing a white lab coat and a basic pair of black rimmed glasses. You’re dead and in a morgue. You feel the same hand from before start to poke and prod your pussy, and a wave of pleasure washes over you. He Emmett lines himself up and thrusts into you as-is. That bright red lipstick, the horrible blush, the black eyeliner, and the blue eyeshadow!