May 18, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 The Little Death
Amaranthine Fetish
I need to kill Now No idle thought this But a hunger A constant companion It has made me efficient Yet I drag out the death I make the victim beg for it Then I pull back Let her body relax Only to stab deeper My senses keen I know the moment Her body tenses I shoot Precision Orgasm © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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