“Put her in 22 with the others we got in over the last 12 hours. We’ll get her processed before long,” he said, clearing his throat, and going back to his desk to pick up his iPhone and resume texting his younger girlfriend. Saema’s body was wheeled through another set of doors and into a long, white corridor from which several other hallways branched off. The walls and ceiling were a rather plain white color, with greyish floor tiles below, the place reeking for form and function rather than interior decorating. As the couriers made a couple turns, they passed bodies on stretchers lying in the hallway, a couple covered in hospital shrouds and a couple others lying under clear plastic wrapping. One of the bodies lying under a clear covering was that of a 32-year-old African American man, quite naked with the tip of his flaccid penis Hardcore pressing against the plastic, a hole with blackish-red blood drying around it above his blowjob cumshot left eye a giveaway as to the cause of his death. About twenty-five feet away, they passed the body of a 43-year-old woman whose neck looked severed and distorted, her face slightly bloated, dried blood coming out of her ears and nose. The toe tag that hung from the right big toe of her stiff, contorted feet stated that she had expired in a car accident some hours before. A few moments later, the cart containing Saema’s bagged corpse arrived at Receiving Room 22, the room designated by the technician earlier. After one of the men transporting her body swiped his card into the digital locking system, a green light clicked on and he pushed the large metal door open. Cool air rushed out into the hallway. This room was kept at a much lower temperature from the outer halls, which, while cool enough to keep further decomposition at a minimum, weren’t as cool as this incoming room or, naturally, the freezer rooms where bodies were stored for longer durations. Saema’s cart was wheeled into place at the end of a row of other bodies being stored here temporarily, and once the two men responsible for dropping her off had initialed and noted the time and date on her paperwork, they hung the clipboard from a small hook on the gurney’s left side, not far from the girl’s feet. “Sucks,” one of the guys, a tall, lanky man probably in his mid-20s, said. “Looked like a cute one from what I saw.” “Looks like someone had fun with her,” the other one said with a shrug, walking towards the door. The first man punched him in the arm, perhaps to show disapproval, and followed him out into the hall. The room Saema was now lying in was cold and drab, with white walls lined with metal cabinets with all sorts of instruments, evidence bags, and medical supplies either lined up inside the shelving or out on the counter space. It was simply one of several receiving areas like this - a room where newly brought in corpses were kept until they could be fully in-processed by morgue techs - stripped, photographed, rape kitted if necessary, finger-printed, and then brought to the next step in the journey. And in here, Saema wasn’t alone. Several steel morgue carts with black body bags were here with her. The bottom flap of each plastic bag was unzipped, leaving each corpse’s toe-tagged feet exposed, as per the ME’s policy, for quick identification. The corpse in the body bag on the far side of the room was obviously female, based on the tagged feet sticking out of the end. Her feet were dainty and pale, her toe nails painted a glistening jade green, the second toe of each foot wearing a little silver toe ring. While her right foot was bare, the techs had kept the strappy sandal asian on her left, though it would be removed before long. Based on the toe-tag, she was a 19-year-old auto accident victim, and unlike the others in the room, the main amateur part of the body bag was partially unzipped. From what was visible, she was a mousy girl with jet-black hair and thick-rimmed glasses that were heavily cracked. As Becki and Katie walked the not to long distance from the hotel to the blowjob beach where the volleyball courts were Becki said, “He didn’t seem to take the bait.” “Jesus Christ,” Ashley said. That morning we took the bus home after breakfast. “I think… you know what your instinct told you about Adam? Mmm, that is a mouthful.” He pulled his finger until it asian was amateur only halfway inside her asshole, then started fingering her a little faster. Then tomorrow he and I can fuck all day while you guys are in meetings" He doesn't look up from his phone and just nods his head. Finally when Craig can't take it anymore, he flips her over, (actually throw cumshot is a more accurate word), grabs her butt and literally dives his face into her cunt, while he lifts her off the blanket and up to his mouth. I wanted her Hardcore to taste some “Here eat my cum love” I held it to her lips, when she didn’t take it wiped some on her upper lip.