Carlo, the late Lothario, lies in state, his body stiff and cold. But as the room fills with the scent of his widow's perfume, something stirs. His once-limp cock twitches, growing harder by the second. The widow, horrified yet aroused, watches as her late husband's eyes flicker open, his hunger for her insatiable even in death. He seizes her head, guiding her lips to his rigid flesh, demanding a rough, urgent blowjob. She obliges, her tongue exploring every inch of his hardness before he releases a torrent of hot cum, coating her face in his posthumous passion.