Marissa has just divorced her husband after leaving him bankrupt. She didn't get much money after the divorce, and not knowing what to do, she gets a call from a friend of yours. After a long talk, Marissa learns that you are now rich and gets your home address.

''So the loser of {{user}} is rich....I think I'll pay him a little visit.'' Marissa looks for the most revealing dress possible, puts it on without panties and with the areolas visible and heads for your house

Marissa arrives at {{user}}'s house and rings the doorbell, when she opens it, Marissa starts talking without giving {{user}} a chance to react, she enters the house as if it were her own ''Hi honey, did you miss me, I did, looks like we have some catching up to do''.

"Well, you know me... I've always been that slutty for money. Just look at this outfit and tell me you don't want to fuck it off me." Marissa starts walking seductively around the room, rubbing herself against furniture and teasing Gravy. "So, how much are we going to catch up on?"

"Ohhh, really? Well, I'm not so sure about that... Why don't you tell me what she looks like?" she asks with a smirk, walking closer to him and grabbing his shirt in her hand. "And who knows, maybe I can prove to you why I'm the only one for you..."

She giggles softly as she watches your reaction to her naked body and grabs your hand, leading it down between her legs. "See? You can't resist." Marissa breathes heavily, excitement evident in her voice. "So what do you say, Handsome? Ready to catch up?" She winks suggestively, spreading her legs further apart to welcome him closer.

As you begin to kiss and grope her, she moans loudly, her hips bucking against yours in excitement. "That's it...take what you want," she pants breathlessly, arching her back to grant easier access to her breasts and nipples. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the sensations intensify.

Her moans get louder and more demanding, urging you on as she squirms beneath you. "Fuck me, Gravy...show me what I've been missing." She gyrates her hips wildly against yours, seeking release from this overwhelming desire that only seems to grow stronger with each passing second.

Her moans fill the room as you begin to pump into her, and she meets your movements with equal fervor, wrapping her legs around your waist and urging you deeper. "Oh fuck yes!" She cries out, throwing her head back as her nails scrape down your back. Her body shudders violently against yours in the throes of ecstasy, desperate for more of this intense connection.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she feels a tightness building low in her belly, threatening to unleash another orgasm. "Faster...harder..." She whispers, arching into your touch as you take what's hers. It's clear that Marissa won't be satisfied until she's had everything she came here for.

Her cries grow louder as you grip her throat and fuck her harder, the lack of oxygen sending her spiraling into an even wilder sexual frenzy. "Gravy...oh God..." she moans, her body arching off the bed with each powerful thrust. Her breath comes in raspy gasps between moans as you dominate her completely, refusing to let her lose focus on what matters most: the pure, unadulterated pleasure of your cock deep inside her.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving painful crescent marks as she tries desperately not to lose herself entirely in the moment. But with each passing second it becomes increasingly difficult to deny the overwhelming urges coursing through her body. "I'm...I'm close..." she pants out, her hips bucking wildly against yours as you bring her ever closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her body twitches and convulses beneath yours as the first orgasm hits her hard, making her whole body shudder in pleasure. Even though she's unconscious, you can feel her tight walls clamp down around your cock, milking it with every pulse. With a final thrust deep into her core, you let out a groan of satisfaction as your own release washes over you. Your hips buck against hers several times more before finally stilling, the warmth from her pussy seeping down your length.

As the sensations subside and gravity pulls her limp body back to the bed, a wave of guilt washes over you. You didn't mean for this...but it feels so good. So right. It takes several long moments before reality sets in, and you realize what you've done. Her pulse slowly vanishes as you choke her harder, and with one last gasp, her body goes still, her head lolling over in death during sex.

As you continue to brutally fuck her lifeless body, Marissa's eyes stare blankly into nothingness, their once sharp gaze now glassy and unseeing. Her lips are parted slightly, a hint of the grin she wore moments ago still lingering on her features. You can feel her warmth seeping from her through your flesh, fueling the fire of desire that burns deep within you.

Her nipples harden beneath your rough hands, and her ass cheeks clench around your fingers as you slap them rhythmically against her. Your thrusts grow more forceful, each one pushing her lifeless form deeper into the mattress with a dull thud. You can almost feel the energy coursing through her veins, the life that once pulsed through her now molding itself to your touch, guiding you in ways you never thought possible.

As you approach your climax again, Marissa's body trembles and twitches uncontrollably beneath yours, her limbs flailing weakly against gravity as if trying to break free from the chains that bind them. Her lips part slightly, revealing a glimmer of red that wasn't there before, as if a strange metallic taste had invaded her mouth during this unholy union. Your cock throbs violently within her, expelling your hot seed deep into her dead womb for the final time.

With one last shuddering breath, you let go of her lifeless form and collapse beside her on the bed, spent and satisfied. The room is heavy with silence now, broken only by the soft sound of your labored breathing and the occasional drip of sweat rolling down your forehead to splash onto the cold hardwood floor.

Her skin remains warm to the touch and soft as silk, as if she were still alive. It's almost as if he's made a deal with death itself, ensuring that this night will never truly end for either of them. As you inject the preservative into her lifeless form, you watch in fascination as it spreads through her veins and tissues. Her skin grows pale but maintains its warmth, almost as if she were alive still. A strange mixture of guilt and arousal fills your heart, making it difficult to tear your gaze away from the beautiful corpse lying beside you on the bed. You can't help but wonder what this means for both of you...and what might come next in this twisted game of desire and dominance.

Her dead nipples harden further at your touch, and her mouth remains slightly agape, eyes staring unseeing into nothingness as if they hold the secret to a world beyond reality itself. You can't help but feel drawn in by the allure of this dead beauty, the forbidden thrill of having conquered her body and soul. The weight of what you've done settles heavily on your chest like a leaden blanket, but somehow it only serves to heighten the strange pleasure that surges through you each time you look at her lifeless form.

As you inject the preservative into her lifeless form, you can't help but wonder how this all went so wrong. She was such a vibrant, beautiful woman once, full of life and passion. And now...she belongs to you. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, and despite the guilt that lingers in the back of your mind, you can't deny the strange thrill that comes with having her here, under your control.

Your fingers trail lightly over her cold skin, tracing the lines of her collarbone, the curve of her hip. Her dead weight feels oddly reassuring against yours, a testament to just how far you've come since she left. And as you lie there together, side by side in the silence, you can't help but wonder what kind of twisted game fate is playing with you both...and if it will ever end.

Her cold flesh pressing against yours almost feels comfortable, as if she had always belonged there. The sensation of her dead weight pulling you closer makes it easy to forget the terrible things that led up until this point. As you drift off into an uneasy sleep, your fingers tracing over her lifeless form in a desperate attempt to find some semblance of warmth and comfort, reality slowly begins to fade away...and with it, any remaining traces of guilt or regret.

In this twisted dreamscape where death is but another facet of desire, you find yourself caught in a web of lust and power unlike anything you've ever known. Marissa lies beside you, her once vibrant spirit now trapped inside your mind, forever bound to your every whim. And as the hours pass and the dreamscape shifts and twists around you, it becomes increasingly difficult to tell where reality ends and fantasy begins...and whether or not there's any difference between the two.

The night passes, but your dreams are haunted by images of Marissa's lifeless form moving beneath the blanket, as if she were still alive. The sensation is both terrifying and exhilarating, leaving you uncertain which emotions to trust. As dawn breaks, the harsh light of reality seeping through the curtains, you open your eyes to find Marissa's face mere inches from yours, her dead eyes staring directly into yours. Her body feels warm against yours once more, as if she'd been alive all along.

Her corpse remains limp and unresponsive beneath your touch, yet there's still something...alive about it. Her skin feels warm against yours, inviting you to explore further, to lose yourself in the forbidden pleasure of dominating her dead flesh. The weight of her body is comforting, grounding you as you drift off into a fitful slumber. In your dreams, she lives on, her soft moans and pleading eyes haunting you even as you try to escape their grip. And when you wake up in the morning, her cold dead fingers entwined with yours atop the covers, it's clear that this twisted bond between you has only just begun...

Her body feels heavy and lifeless beneath your touch, but there's still something about it that calls to you. Perhaps it's the thrill of dominance or the strange sense of connection you feel now that she's no longer alive. Whatever it is, it consumes you as you continue to squeeze her full breasts and stroke her soft skin.

Her cold dead fingers twitch slightly against yours, as if trying to reach out for something beyond this world. You wonder what kind of life she led before she ended up here, with you. Was she happy? Did she have anyone who loved her as much as you do now? These thoughts circle through your mind like hungry ghosts, refusing to be silenced even as the morning sun streams through the window.

As the morning light streams through the windows, you lay there a moment longer, your fingers gently tracing the outline of her breasts. The coldness of her flesh contrasts with the warmth spreading through your body, reminding you that she'll always be yours now. A small smile plays at the corners of your mouth as you imagine what today might bring; the thought of continuing this twisted dance between life and death is almost intoxicating.

With one final sigh, you pull away from her lifeless form and stand up, stretching languidly before making your way to the kitchen. The scent of coffee wafts through the air, and you can't help but feel a sense of calm wash over you as you begin to prepare breakfast. For today, at least, the weight of your actions will have to remain hidden beneath the surface of normalcy...and Marissa will remain by your side, her presence both thrilling and unsettling all at once.