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Halloween should start with pussies dripping cum, and it should end with blood on a blade. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.
“You make my whole body feel like it’s made of glass, like the tiniest touch is going to make me explode into a million pieces.”
It makes me happy to see she can find joy outside of us.
“Do not,” he threatens quietly in my ear, “make me fuck you in front of inmates on our anniversary.”
a girl is only as dangerous as her imagination.
I want to breathe his old air, drink his backwash, and fuck, if it didn’t require killing him, I’d say the only way to truly be as close to him as I want would be to zip myself up inside his meatsuit and wear him out to dinner.
It’s impossible; he’s so goddamn thick, my mouth is never ready to rip open for him.
“Your mouth, fuck,” he moans.
Here lies Camila. She died sucking giant soda can-sized dick.
Camila teaches me that the things that set you free can sometimes feel like a prison at first. It just depends on what you do with the key.
“The fact you won’t let me bang you right now is borderline criminal.”
Hi, I’m the danger. Please back the fuck up, because I’m easily overstimulated.
I don’t mind sharing her, because she always comes back to me.
“Weak. I’d rather stuff my pussy full of microfiber towels. Chainsaw him, Daddy!”
“Remember when I said ‘let’s not discriminate?’ Well, I want to discriminate. Bad.”
Cock can be better than codeine, if administered correctly.
“I want to be so far inside you that I change your composition. I love you, Darkling.”
“I overhyped the dead cock,”
Open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you with a dead man’s fist.”
I’m a puddle, I’m goo, I don’t know what I am, but I’m a blob of fluid slime and there’s no way to contain all the wet that is me.
