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Then, she returned to the door and switched off the main overhead lights. The room was now quite dark, though it was almost as if a spotlight was right over Saema and she was the star of the show. In Vicky’s erotic mind, at least, this was quite true. Vicky set the box down on a wheeled cart next to Saema’s embalming table and then unfolded the top and opened it up. Inside, she could see the dark, slightly transparent plastic bags that the girl’s removed organs had been placed into. In this moment, she realized the power she had over this dead piece of beautiful meat, and she stared into the box and then longingly at the body on flashing the table. She took some time to just revel in the sights, enjoying just looking over the girl’s luscious curves. With her right index finger, she reached out and touched at the line of clear surgical glue on Saema’s forehead. She thought about them sawing open her skull, Babes taking the skull cap off, and removing her brain to be weighed and examined. Just thinking about this process as she ran her finger along the line of glue was starting to really turn her on. She ran her finger over the girl’s eyes, along the bridge of her cute nose, and then allowed it to circle her cold, dry yet full lips. Vicky then leaned in and, with her wet tongue, licked from the bridge of Saema’s nose up to the ridge of surgical glue along her forehead. She then laved her tongue left and right, along the line of clear glue, tasting the exotic chemical flavor of it. It was odd, but she really liked the experience. She then broke away and instead began licking Saema’s lips, taking away some of the dryness. The girl tasted lightly of clinical antiseptic at this point, her mouth dry inside, a slight smell of very faint putrification able to be smelled coming from her mouth. Suddenly, she bit down, hard, on Saema’s bottom lip - hard enough to break the skin and, had she been alive, draw a fair amount of blood. Pulling back, she ran a finger on the inside of the girl’s gums, stretching them again, pulling at the flesh and letting it snap back with an audible pop sound. She laughed to herself and then bit her top lip, tugging at it, hard enough to redhead pull a small piece of skin off. She quickly just licked her lips, the skin coming onto her tongue and allowing her to taste it before she swallowed. Vicky’s eyes wandered south, focusing on the girl’s curves that were obscured by the white shroud that had been draped over her midsection. Saema was well-built, appeared babe to have been mildly athletic, and cared about staying in Hot Babes shape. Her breasts were of a nice, average size, her hips curvy and feminine, and her skin tanned and soft to the touch. Having been dead for closing in on four days, and having been stored in a morgue freezer for quite some time, her skin had taken on a much more ashen pallor, but this did not make her at all unappealing to the investigator that was now drinking in the girl’s form. Walking to the end of the mortuary slab, Victoria took a set of toe tags in hand and looked at them, allowing her fingers to brush against the cold flesh of Saema’s soles as she did. Then, she suddenly took a knee at the base of the table and stared at the lightly wrinkled soles of the girl’s feet. Placing her hands at the topsides of her feet, Vicky drew her head inwards so that she was right at the base of soft, pale feet. Pulling closer and bending Saema’s feet a bit, she pulled the cool soles so that they were right against her cheek, the base of the dead girl’s toes right at her nose. She brushed the toe tags dangling from the stiff’s right big toe aside and nestled her nose right between her big posing and second toe, inhaling deeply at the smell. Saema’s feet had a bit of an odor to them, smelling of toe cheese and a light, sweet odor of death. Her tongue darted out and began licking the soft flesh of her arch as she sniffed her feet, reveling in the sensual pleasure. She even paused to take her index finger and rub it back and forth between her toes, then sniffed the toejam deposited on her fingertip, and finally plucked the finger into her mouth to taste the girl’s feet for herself. The taste of Saema’s feet was a huge enough turn-on that Vicky bent her right foot even further so that she was staring right at the chocolate-painted toenail of her big toe. Vicky stuck the tip of Saema’s toe up into her nostril and inhaled deeply for a moment before moving it so that its flesh was brushing against her own warm, parted lips. Her tongue flicked out and felt along the twine of the toe tags dangling yet from her toe before she drew the long, succulent digit within her mouth and began sucking on it like she might the cock of a guy she was dating. In and out...In and out...Victoria effectively was giving the dead chick a postmortem oral pedicure treatment. She finally took the toe so deep into her throat that she emitted a gag reflex and had to stop, though she quickly wiped at her lips and laughed to herself. She wondered if this was something that Saema would have liked if she were alive, and, more to the point, whether Saema would have thought it was erotic to sleep with and enjoy the company of another woman. Vicky began planting kisses along the arches of the dead girl’s feet, starting with the right foot and then making sure to give attention to the left, moving on eventually to kiss the base and toe of each digit separately, left foot to right foot. Dare I ask: what color panties are you wearing?" “That’s a double edge sword though. In that moment, I realized I had never actually thought I babe was going to die. [Splash] Yes! But then Harold started making short gasping posing cries as he pushed into her. The Delcron Emperor stated. He pulled out of her, his cock was dripping with her juices, he rolled onto his back, his erection towered from his groin. I jokingly admitted. “Ah yes fuck me, Daddy! “First off, she is drop dead gorgeous! As I got off the bench I said, Hang-on, I’ve got a better idea; how about I see if I can get a man to teach you. Emboldened, her hand slipped between his legs and cradled the hairy sac which hung there. “Like Babes heaven spoke itself,” he said with a smile. Thing redhead is this one is far stronger than any he'd ever felt. They weren’t totally closed but I guess he felt secured. Mr Patel quickly dislodged his fingers from Liz’s pussy, Hot Babes feeling guilty adrenaline coursing through his veins. “I'm your queen, Clint,” I said, almost babbling. FUCK! I had rallies and the debates to get through. "You told me to lick chocolate ice off you, mom, and that's what your daughter is going to do!" you say evenly. She started grinding her ass on my cock and I reached down with my unbusy hand to her pussy. She cuddled up beside me for the rest of lunch, panting, flushed, flashing feeding me French fries dipped in ketchup, giggling. “Oh my god…” I moaned aloud.