invigorated flood
you talk shit to me thinking it's dirty talk and foreplay but it makes me feel like a child inside and i worry that all i have is a cap gun to bring to this fight waving white hankies is like suicide hands down and taking wounded you smile and show your teeth like the doberman that lived down the block... getting wet at the sight of blood no victims here just willing carnivores' role play cold inserts severing the flocks and the weak this is the fantasy of death and love all kidding aside i fear that if you saw what's in my mind you would run away and hide never to be seen again or just never willing to look or ask