Tbh, I can totally relate to this femanon’s predicament.

Sometimes you just don’t want to deal with the emotional baggage and social interaction that comes with fucking a real live human being, which is why, on those lonely nights when my loins drip my womanly nectar in anticipation of a vigorous phallic demolition but my mind reels at the thought of the ghastly social interaction required to solicit a real mate, I make my way down to my dimly lit basement and straddle between my legs the crusty desiccated penis of my long departed brother’s mummified corpse.

I love the feeling of my wet young pussy rubbing it’s juice all over his cruddy textured necro love rod, and soon I find myself in such a sexual frenzy that I begin to passionately make out with the lifeless cadaver.

I bite into it’s dusty solidified flesh, savouring the flavour of death as the crusty mummified skin dissolves in my saliva.

By this point, my loins are burning in lust and must have their boning, so I usually grab my dead brother’s dried out femur and begin to dildo myself to completion as I hover over the corpse on all fours, spraying it with the merciful squirt of my climax as I quiver in pleasure and lick the pussy juice and corpse dust off my finger.

hot.