Peachy Keen Films – Tiffany Obsession

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: Directed By John Marshall

She was home, a little drunk, telling her friend about the creeper that was at the party when there was a knock on the door.

The guy burst in, hand on her throat and she was flying back. But, she was up and hitting the asshole. But, he was strong, had her back down, then flung her on the couch. He got the garrote around her neck.

She struggled like mad. Kicking, swinging her legs, thrusting, tongue lashing out, eyes wide. What a fighter. But she soon settled down into a death struggle as he strangled the life out of her.

It took a long, long time, but finally, she moved no more. Now his Tiffany obsession would come to fruition. He had been watching her for weeks. Now, she was his.

He lifted her up, and cradle carried her for a moment before laying her down on the coffee table. There he stripped her, then had his way with her.

He slid his cock in and out of her tight little cunt, feeling it’s warm wetness enclosing around him. After a while he brought her back on the couch and had her some more.

Finally, he fucked her mouth until he came all over her pretty, perky big tits.

He left her pose for her friends to find her.

Contains: Violence, Nudity, Explicit Sexual Content, Attack, Fight, Struggle, Garrote Strangle, Necro Sex, Necro BJ, Carrying, Body Views.

Tiffany Obsession.mp4

Peachy Keen Films – Fuck Her Corpse 5

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: Don’t Bring a Knife to a Gun Fight!
Starring Ashlee

Note: This is the follow up to “Fuck Her Corpse 1, 2, 3 and 4”. Usually, there is a lot of blood and gore–as in the previous 4 movies. However, this time, we are trying it with less blood for better views of the bullet wounds and good necro views. If you like shootings and you like lots of necro—this is for you!

Synopsis:

Ashlee wanted revenge. The douchebag she was fucking right now, had murdered her husband–had him killed by his band of thugs. This guy, the guy whose cock she sucked and whole she was now getting her brains fucked out by–was the head crime boss.

After the sex, she went off to freshen up.

He knew there was something familiar about her. He couldn’t place it, but checked her purse. He pulled out the 357 revolver and unloaded it.

She came back. They shared a drink and now the conversation got interesting. She was asking him about his work—about what he did. He tried to be vague, but she pushed, and he figured she must know anyhow.

She did.

She got up, reached into her purse and had the gun pointing right at his head. She blabbered something about killing her husband and how she had double insurance. He didn’t care. He just showed her the bullets right after her gun went “click”.

She was fucked.

He whipped an Uzi out, pointing right at her. She just smiled, pulled at a dinking fucking switchblade knife. She had balls, he thought. Then, he fired.

She crashed hard to the ground, but was still alive. All the rounds went into her belly. She managed to get back up, still holding the knife. Rat-tat-tat–he let her have it again, this time filling up her right breast.

Down again she went, but still, she manages to stand back up.

He sweeps her across the abdomen–figuring that will finish her. But, slowly, with pain and sweat, she manages to get up–stands before him, grimacing, determined–holding that knife.

3 final shots in the center of her chest, and she was down. Dead. Not gonna get back up this time.

He fucked her on the bed a couple ways until he cam on her ass.

Later, back at his office, he realized what she had meant by double insurance. He quickly called his boys to go dig her up and bring her to him.

She was sitting in a chair wrapped in a white bloody sheet when he arrived from lunch. he looked her over. What a mess. He tilted her head forward–cum poured out. His men must have fucked her every-way before dumping her.

He looked her over–searched for whatever she had. She was in rigger.

Examining on of her feet, he discovered it. A micro recorder. She had meant to bait him into a confession. She must have known she was on a suicide mission. He respected her for that—she had cojones.

He had her taken to the morgue and cleaned up. He arrived a few hours later to look her over. She was so attractive to him–even in death. He had to have her. So, he fucked her again, several ways until he came all over her belly. Then he left.

Fetish Elements: Violence, Nudity, Explicit Sexual Content, Multi-Machinegunning, BJ, Fucking, Necro Fucking x2, Postmortem, Foot w/Shoe Play, Body Views.

Fuck Her Corpse 5.mp4