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What else is there to do? This is a lonely beach, now moreso. None are present. I drop my pants and begin to strip her, groping along the way and deciding how old the girl must have been. A teenager? I wonder it aloud, to none in particular, hoping the number is low. And how did she die? She is in excellent shape, and still warm, if only just.

Her bikini goes in short order, nude corpse pulled up by the waist to still lie on the chair, my cock against her snatch. She's great at teasing, isn't she? Her lips are clean and shaven, though I doubt nobody else has had their way with such a fine, tight body before it ended. I caress her face, planting kisses here and there as she is entered.

This is gentle loving, despite it all. If she were alive to struggle, it wouldn't be, but she is perfect and will never grow older. Her tunnel is one of love, this mating one of respect.

Now, tell me about her life and death and I will use the rusty scrap littered here and there as a machete, to teach her about punishment.