Release Year: 2022
Okay, so I been watching her animal play night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But that babe was the one that come on to me, all prettified in that short adult baby costume showing her mambos round and pointy and intense, the twitch of that saucy arse leaving a trail of cum-hole so thick, a guy acquires lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. She was the devil clothed like a bitch. She might of looked like the beauty next door, but that babe weren't no thing but a wench. And final night, that babe stood chastise in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, these worthwhile, tender stems, unhooked her brassiere. The thongs slid down slow, like a fantasy u been guzzling and just like that, you're falling down , you're blind with how u can watch her in your head, her love tunnel, her warm bawdy cleft, nipps, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her nipps, her marangos white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes. That girl's fire in the throat, a double glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. Temptation. You got to it, got to put it away somewhere's so it don't acquire u. See, I'm a God‹fearing stud. So it had to be done. And like I told, that babe come on to me. She stood stripped, pressing her bra buddies and muff right against that window, and I saw her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night. And her eyes fixed on mine, these darksome devil eyes. I got her in the truck elementary. Whore's are like that, thinking they got a guy all weak-kneed and insane for what they got betwixt the legs, that slick cavity, that creamy gash that sucks a fellow in and don't let go. She thought that babe was working me. I shivered cause I saw old fellow Satan a-staring out animal training me from these eyes so youthful and brown and round and juicy. My hand shook when I lit her cigarette. But that babe was cold, like a sheet of ice, frozen, cold- like a snake. "What's that for?" that babe asked, seeing the wood palette, the rope, the plastic wrap. "Delivery," I told, slowing the truck down. I was driving the back edge of the coal yards. Nobody around. She didn't blink. Not one time. Reached over and unzipped me out of so much of a please and thank u. She grabbed my shlong. Satan had a-hold of me, getting me rough and thick and pounding up into my eyes. I poked her down. I fastened her taut, her elbows near touching in back. She made a adult baby chirpy sound or 2, but I stuffed her throat. I overspread these eyes fast. Satan will catch u in a spell quicker than u can blink. And I got to grabbing her bra buddies and soft gazoo. She wiggled, squirmed. She was like peaches and plums, like u could sink in your teeth and juice would trickle down your chin. Her skin was silk, like no thing I ever touched previous to, like smth so worthwhile u can't aid but fill your hands, stomp and squeeze, caress. I tucked her into a ball and wrapped her constricted to the palette. I drove over to the garage. By that time that babe was making a awful fuss. Sweet adult baby slut, I told, whispery and soft during the time that I pricked her teats with the tip of my knife. Devil angel. Cunt. My knife was searching for the devil, drawn like a magnet to her darksome, humid love tunnel, scent of cutie, smoky-sweet, salty, blunt. I got her on her feet and wired her, widen over the anvil. When the devil's in a gal, u got to use peculiar tools, metal, wire, hawt shavings from the grinder. You got to tape her face hole and eyes, tape her vagina shut. You acquire her dancing, impaled on the subdue of a shove broom. She cried. Yes that babe did. Because I was doing my superlatively good to aid that poor hotty, using wire and steel to drive the devil out. I whipped her with wire. I beat her tits red, her wet crack pink and striped, her round soft, arse marked with sexy bright lines. I whipped her raw sufficiently to beat the devil back. Tonight her window is darksome. I see shadows crawl along the roofline. I think of her bound and locked in a glass case in the lower room. That's where that babe belongs. I take some other thrash of white lightening. It's a fire in my mouth and eyes. But she's a mist, a bleached fog that passes throughout my mind. Even now, I hear her cries. Temptation beats my temples like a gong, the bleary craving of my mind. And the empty sky, unfathomable low groan of the devil, rumbling night, darksome blackened sky.
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