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concupiscence, tearing off my clothes, dripping blood orange down my navel, lick sticky off my navel, run between my labia, cold ice-cube tongue, sipping shots of tequila out of sweet womanhood. clitoris, so fond of the twisting taste buds, raping all my senses. moaning, engorged lust filled cunt filled with juices to the brim, feast of all souls. girth, penetration, savory smooth head of warm ardor. pumping knees, and knees, ankles entwined, digging deep fingernail scratch, rabid vampires bite. sucking, sucking, open wide, swallow whole. concupiscence. teeth and breasts, nipples fine and figurative femininity, they don’t make women like they used to. full cups, ripe apple ass, hips swaying, hips guiding, hips heaving, rocking back and forth, sweat running down ivory body. porno freak show, bending every way, kama sutra, pleasure to the grave, rave, rave, this is your drug. thrusting, harder, faster, mmm, mmm, say my name. teeth marks, screaming, ready for the breakdown? ready for the finale? pulsating till the last drop is spilled, bodies limp. husks of concupiscence


About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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