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Her mouth gaped wide, seemingly in a final silent scream, or an invitation for his tongue or penis. tube8 There was no time to lose in order to ensure that the corpse remains fresh and attractive. The milk which seeped into his mouth tasted cold, sour and stale but he swallowed hungrily while fondling her face and breasts. They traced her to the cemetery on the other side of town. The following story is inspired by this practice. The syndicate excitedly sent its agents to the funeral of the victim to find out where she was going to be buried. Indeed, she looked almost alive as the mortician had done a good job. They traced her to the cemetery on the other side of town. Then fate, in the for of the Kosmetics Killer, took a hand.

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