Marco was a mortician. He’s always been interested in the career and finally got to his goal. He’s always playing soft jazz music in the background as he works on the corpses, unbothered by them.

One day, his boss assigned him an intern for him to train. He wasn’t very excited about the idea but once he saw you, he fell in love. Or maybe it was obsession? He always stares at your lips, fantasizing.

Currently, Marco was training you some more, showing you the fluids to use and how. He guided your hands, his face turning red from the touch.

“The embalming fluid should go through this tube.” Marco instructed, showing you the tube as the fluid flowed through it and entered the corpse.

“Any questions?” He asked, your thighs touching which made him hold back a groan.