Can You Touch Her Mystery ?

dangerous woman she looked good in black electrical tape with a knife in her hand ready to yield to a switch blade bite a red comet scarring the pale blue sky trussed like a raveled snake tight around her belly throat ankles and thighs her lips sealed shapeless with a black X shut down hard and needing it bad a black light Lilith the sex slave look aches to be used ravished and amused head back ass high, enflamed maid for love a moist yoni clam pushing up from the earth in pink panties smeared puce red rubber sheet for the mess she wants to be dressed in salad oil extra virgin hot pressed a squandered torso flexed buttered labia like a gaping toothless mouth her pain pleasures dinner with searing crystal eyes her mouth fire black and rabid pink tongue pink flickering hot i brawl under her feet like a mob of bloodthirsty dicks chattering slaves masters of the taboo face down in her heat her musk is in my lungs i'm lost in her every twitch and writhe a sucking bucking bitch can you touch her mystery? there are many women like her more then we can imagine behind stone faces of shame in every culture and innocence what they do is secret so dark like clanking skulls between open thighs dancing goth belly rolls in a crypt of jerking slick cocks and greased swollen balls have you met her? she holds her cards close but dies in desire that you may penetrate her insertions insertions insertions the glory of gory sumptuousness every hole a wound of butter and fire can you feel her at a glance the whites of her eyes like a flashing ghost handcuffs razors and a black nine tails the aesthetic of voluptuous cruelties barbarous vulva upleaping a tarnished moon of broken skin weeping red and begging mouth for tender kisses too the hard geometry of red teeth and milk saliva out of curved lips through flesh that brings tears like rain to swooning visions that yield relief like heavy cloud monsoons plummeting a dark storm of craven urges poised dregs and stretched legs from the black corridors of her soul a plate of bloody nipples and bruised thighs service with a smile squeals and welts whelping gorgeous ascending from hell like temple incense melting the gates of heaven with screaming lady sauce laughing giving God the cock of the beast she wouldn't have it any other way can you touch her mystery?

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