She had better intentions
Bile and filth caked under her fingernails
She had planned on stopping
Laid as a film of grease over her cleavage
Been at it for hours
Started off slow, tying him up
Making him sigh and moan in ecstasy
Her hands guiding but firm
The candle flames burned hot and low as she worked
Casting shadows against already dark walls
His sweet, addictive lifeblood welled up fast and easy
He begged her not to go so deep
She couldn't help it
Soon she was ******* him with her sharp edges
Tears and snot made rivers down his face
His mind and body slave to her rhythm
No escaping the inevitable fall from grace
A final explosive ****** left him wet, writhing in her arms
Layers of his death like a hunting trophy caressed her skin
******* gently at an index finger she muses
Hoping like hell she'd still have his taste on her tongue  come morning