Monday, August 23, 2010

Stalking

There is only murder in my mind, endless torturous cacophony silhouetting my most dismal imaginations. I want to fuck your mouth and bury you conveniently in my shit. I want to stab your asshole with my scissors until I ejaculate dizzily, moaning and heaving until dropping on my sweaty fat belly. When your corpse finally drains its last liter of swine blood, I’ll turn you over on your back and spread those cold purple thighs until I can see your whole gaping pussy; a perfect position to fist fuck the cum out of you faster than a firetruck.








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