Not that I approve of what Logan Paul did, but I have to admit that I am actually quite turned on by the idea of killing myself in the woods, and having my corpse discovered a couple of days later by some edgy YouTuber.

I’d make sure to die in a suggestive pose, wearing sexy lingerie, In the hope that my discoverer will be unable to resist the putrid seductive charm of my damp maggot infested corpse, into which my necrophile Prince Charming would gleefully ram his erect member…

However, his arousal soon turns into terror as the blades that I brutally embedded into my orifices before I died tear into his penis. Blood spews from his cock as he pulls out, the frantic retrieval only exacerbating the penile laceration as the cock slides out of my vaginal iron maiden.

A rancid, maggoty squirt of blood and death juices gushes out of my cunt as the mangled cock is withdrawn, coating my newfound posthumous lover with the stench of my decayed womanhood. A stench he will always be reminded of by the storied scars on his cock.

So hot <3