| Seldom do I not reap these rewards, the ones that come with blood, canted cum, stranded shields, and swords. How art thou, dark angel of atrocity? Filled your bewildering belly upon my sinister seed, lately? For it seems as though you have, I can feel the sensations up until, now. Even in your apathetic existence of evil, I bet you can still feel me deep, like a plow. Do not Banish the beautiful belligerence from my presence, just, take a knee, then a bend, until those legs do start to spread. I can only behold with my eyes at this moment, the smile upon your face that is very inviting, yes, the smirk upon those perfect, precise, crimson etched lips. To think of them salivating the rod, slick to the touch, as I can imagine myself baring down on a pink morsel, a tight little sink hole, for something so Holy in my eye. Something so sensual and unforgettable, for it I could die. That little, piece of you, far too precious to sell. Shallow am I, when it comes to, strangers that bring nothing more than a nights worth of whoring. Deep do I become, when in the presence of my morbid love. With chains of ecstasy, and teeth of tyranny, lips of luscious exploit, and tongues twirling with a tangy after taste. Neither of us, could ever let a good, soaked, cream soaked cherry go to waste. The only thing separating us, is gender, and our idea's of what to do with the third party her. But we both know this, my decadent devious, diva of darkness. She'll disappear. |
