Don't be ashamed your masturbation will be better on a cadaver it's so good and she will say nothing the moon gives an angelic lividness to the corpse kiss her and enjoy the bitter taste of death her breasts are still tepid ravage her tits take your spirit until her womb her youth doesn't matter enjoy this debauchery of sex, blood and hate your depravity has no limit all your senses are developed prompted by a morbid drive savour her bloody womb you like the taste of blood in your throat wake your necrophiliac instinct necrophiliac instinct your pleasure will be when the virgin corpse looks like nothing have a ball her mutilated corpse reflects your state of desolation and your taste for death soil her like a sow feel this corporal heat flow in your mind her innocent face waits for your ejaculation