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She squirmed like an eel,
“She’s very colourful, most of those colours being shades of black...” He leant into me, mouth to my ear. His breath tickled, and not just where it touched. “...Or shades of grey. You’ll see what I mean, just don’t be put off. She’s really nice.”
Plus, she’s a cutter, pain works for her.
“Endorphins... adrenaline... fear... trust... the pleasure in letting go... submitting totally to another person. There’s nothing else in the world... just you... and them.
He’s so fucking dirty bad wrong.” “Dirty bad wrong?” She smiled at me. “Dirty. Bad. Wrong. So wrong,... but so right.”
long rubbery nipples
I could punch-fuck her cunt at the same time,
I licked them up, all the way from her jawline, running my tongue right the way over her puffy eyes, digging for more.
“Have any date rape drugs lying around I could borrow?”
I kissed the filthy brown lips that had milked me and slipped my tongue inside, loving the way she squirmed.
“I’ll take you out, Cat, if you’ll piss in my mouth next weekend.”
“You actually want to drink my pee, that’s what you’re saying?” I was already burning up, I could feel it.
“I want to drink from you, Lydia, I want to spread your sweet little cunt and lap at your slit like you’re the fountain of fucking life itself.”
He kept his eyes on mine as he drank from me, swallowing some down, and spitting the rest back up to dribble down his chin. It felt so fucking wrong; it felt so dirty, and humiliating, and bad, and seedy, but so fucking amazing. It felt like bliss, the ultimate release, the most beautifully fucking filthy thing I’d ever done in my life.
