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Another set of heads down, and Ryoshu mumbles on what was supposed to be art. The bodies were desecrated when she lost her temper, and though the blood was everywhere and the skin was torn and the faces were odd she could still make it work.
It isn’t her normal art. She will make it work; even the trashed can find new life.
Her hands trailed her clothes, buttons undone, undoing but never fully stripping. Her pants are the last to be touched and her hand wraps around her cock. She’s not the biggest, but she’s not the smallest on the bus.
Her mind glimpses to their bodies she’s seen countless times for reference against the people here, one’s she does not know and now will never know, and she throbs. Her hand is covered in blood and she uses that, making her skin shiny and red.
She’s able to get off just from the visuals, just from how gory and how badly shredded parts of the corpse are. The head of one is barely attached but she yanks, muscle and skin rip and tear in messy patterns that she finds entrancing. Her free hand, previously holding onto her dick, now moves- feeling loose strands of muscle and moving hair to get a better grip.
It’s still warm.
The tears are cold, because it cried a lot when alive.
The eyes are sunken in a little, not sure why. She doesn’t care truthfully.
The mouth is open, tongue lulled and from this angle she can see down its throat…She see’s the rest of the mangled body through that hole and need burns at her.
She presses her dick in, parts of the mouth are cold but most of it is so bloody that she ignores the cold in favor of slick thrusts. It’s messy and smooth and the body looks like it’s eagerly swallowing on and around her.
The body isn’t tight yet. She finds it hard to get off to it, but her panting starts to pick up the more and the faster she shoves the head down and down her dick.
She feels that her head is getting fuzzier, full of cotton while pleasure rushes and eventually the sensation is enough. Her climax is made pink with the blood and spinal fluid and brain makes it all a little off colored too.
But what she finds most pleasurable is that she can see the head of her dick push through all of the gore on the throat, leaving a mess under and in and around the exit points of the skull.
She keeps it there until it grows too cold, and then she places the head on the mess she created.
Perfect. This will do just fine.