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Bloodslut

 
My little black box  
Eyes heavy on my chest like  
Two loaded chambers  
Lift the lid  
Her contortions on the floor  
Get me off  
 
She's a pretty little thing with a  
Little problem  
Chrome, bits of glass,  
Razors  
Hot and edgy for my  
Play-toy  
 
I unzip my chest  
One swift motion  
Her movements precise  
Straddled in my chair  
Mouth to my front, tonguing  
Sanguine pools
 
Sweat-slicked burning  
Raking my back, arched  
Lips smack and slosh  
Blood between her cheeks  
She's wet and humming  
Shedding my skin  
 
Thick musk, licks tremble  
Like satin fire  
Kisses and swallowed moans  
My heart pumping out  
More and more  
She wants it all  
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Written by Envoy
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