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Mushitarou had just got done brutally smashing a dudes face in with a shovel. It was all apart of his own revenge plan. Mushitarou had it all memorized down to the little specks of blood. How else would you consider it the perfect crime? One thing he didn’t account for was how aroused he randomly got when he glanced at the blood covered shovel.
“Oh how intriguing you are Mr shovel.”
He ran his slender fingers up and down the shovels wood handle which was covered in blood, Mushitarou got the blood all over his hand before he let the shovel go. The shovel hit the ground with a loud bang, oh how that made a shiver go up Mushitarous spine.
Forcing his pants and boxers down off of his waist, they bunched up at his ankles. Mushitarou got down on his knees, slightly jerking off to the sight of the bloody shovel. Coating his already precum leaking cock with the blood for ‘lubricant’. Picking the shovel up, he turned it around and placed the cold metal against the shaft of his cock.
“Shit-… cold.”
He muttered under his breath as he started rubbing the shovel up and down, stimulating his twitching cock. Mushitarou bit his bottom lip, admiring the way the blood covered shovel moved up and down his cocks shaft.
Mushitarou enjoyed the taboo act of doing this right next to a rotting corpse, his precum mixing with the blood on the shovel. He could already feel himself getting close to cumming.
With one final thrust of the shovel, cum sputtered out of his twitching cock and onto the shovel. Sitting the shovel down on the ground Mushitarou stood up and pulled both his pants and boxers up. He hummed to himself for a moment as he thought.
“Alright, where was I?”