Lara’s executioner grunted as he fucked the dead tomb raider. Her large breasts bounced as he pounded into her. Lara’s lifeless eyes stared up into the face of her murderer, her lips parted slightly, still trying to form her final words. A small line of drool ran down her chin. Even dead, the tomb raider’s well-used pussy shortly coaxed her executioner to the verge of climax.

Pulling out of Lara’s snatch, he moved forward over her and gave his cock the last few strokes it needed. Groaning, he fired his load over Lara’s massive tits. His cum ran across the curves of her breasts, pooling in her cleavage. As he came down, Lara’s executioner tucked his spent member back into his pants and refastened them. Getting to his feet, he bent down and scooped up Lara Croft’s lifeless body, slinging it over his shoulder. He reached around to grope one of her ass cheeks. “You were right,” he said to the dead woman. “You did still have your uses. Unfortunately for you, it didn’t matter if you were alive or dead.” He carried Lara out of the room, already regretting that he didn’t have more time to play with her.

Of course, it was a long trip to the incinerator. He was certain he’d be ready for another round by the time he got there. As he headed for the elevator, he wondered what the tomb raider’s ass would feel like wrapped around his cock and smiled.