I would love to have your cock in my mouth, your tongue on my lips, your hands on my neck.
I want you to grip this sorry flesh like you are ripping it apart. I want you to be inside me, and for us to feel connected in a sick insertion. I want blood and guts and sinew and bile and bared souls.
I want to moan in fear and pleasure. I want to ache deeply and be spread like a pack of cards
I need this. Fuck, I need this desperately.
I need it so much it makes me itch. Like a tape worm in my stomach it twists me up and feeds. Its a parasite absorbing all my common sense and feeling.
Your mouth, your hands, the sickness of our actions as I ride you like a toy, or you fuck me like a stranger. No talk, no grace, no politeness. Its hot and cold and empty.
I want to bruise and come and cry for you. I want to please you and I need to be pleased. So can we go to bed together soon? Thanks.
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