Melanie's Corpse

Velasquez was always fascinated by the movements of a freshly executed prisoner. Didn't hurt that this prisoner was a beautiful woman. He knelt down and rolled the headless body over for a closer look.
Velasquez unzipped the jumpsuit, and grabbed a handful of the prisoner's bountiful breasts. Warm and soft, although they wouldn't remain so forever. He continued at a quick pace, stripping her corpse naked. The officer fiddled with the keys, then unlocked the handcuffs. He placed her arms at her sides, then undid his belt. Perks of being the executioner meant that he had at least an hour to have some fun before he had to clean the mess up.

Melanie was a very tidy and organized woman. This extended to her personal grooming habits. Her skin was well taken care of, with nary a blemish or wrinkle to be found. "Perhaps there's something to this whole virgin soul thing", he thought to himself as he ran his hands over her soft body. Naturally, he started to focus on her lower torso region. Her pubic area had a neatly trimmed bush that lead toward a pink innie pussy. It was still wet and moist from its owner's demise. Velasquez had a raging stiffy now, and he wasn't one to wait around. With a sigh, he sank his rock hard penis into Melanie's warm slit.
The woman's flesh was still pliable, although he could tell it was definitely starting to cool down. He increased his pumping and soon began to reach his limit.
With a grunt, he pumped her dead womb full of hot cum.
He buried his face in her perky breasts, and sighed.
"I wish we got more hotties like you instead of the usual crack whores and psycho grandmas" he muttered to himself. Officer Velasquez got up and pulled up his pants. He radioed the officers outside to help him with clean up.

"Job has its perks", he thought again as he picked up Melanie's head. Velasquez looked into her dull green eyes. Her full lips were slightly parted, as if she had something to say. He grunted, and placed the head on top of her body.