It was that freezer she had been looking for ice cream in where she found the first body that her Uncle Charlie had hidden. The first murder she knew of.
And it was on that freezer that the same man had propped her on top of to peruse her body; closely examining every developed area. They passionately kissed each other until he pulled her down and pressed his manhood against her blossom.
He swiftly turned her around and bent her over, unbuckling his pants and lifting her skirt.
He has entered her. India held the hand that gripped the edge of the freezer for leverage. His thumb caressed hers as he pulsed in and out of her. She gasped with each thrust.
His free hand ventired to her labia where he selected his middle and index finger to massage her clitoris. Her other hand moved with his in a swirling motion.
His member slipped out of her though she guided his head back to her opening. She began to slam against him as he pushed inside of her so that he may penetrate deeper than he already was.
He removed the hand on her genitals to put his fingers in his mouth at which he sighed. She continued, however, to massage her clit as she could feel her end coming.
Soon he came inside of her and they both sighed in relief.
She turned around to face him when he grabbed her fingers and sucked on them. She outlined the inside of his mouth with her tongue as she gave him a handjob.
He pressed his member against her and he was inside her again.