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Jan 2021
Machete made contact today.
Her neck was no match for the blade. Snip,  he ****** her hard.
Over and over. Over again. Til she dried out.disgusted he pulled himself away. Necromantic fantasy complete he stared at the dry ******. He messed up. Better chuck it in the bin.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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   Imran Islam
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