His blood trickles slowly down his body as he pleads, in a voice throaty with need, “Get on my cock, sick boy.” “You’re so fucking sick,” I tell him gruffly, scrambling to straddle his hips. “You’re evil.” He grabs my face, breathing over my lips. “Vile.” “You’re fucking beautiful.” I fist his cock, which is now covered in his blood. He grips my ass hard in his hands, spreading me open and helping me position myself. “You are the most twisted, depraved… perfect fucking monster I’ve ever known.” He lashes my bottom lip with his tongue, guiding me down onto his cock.
