“You grab me by the horns to slow my riding of the bull. Your face is covered with rotten black kisses, but it never deter our sways. Like a black cloud my voluminous hair covers us both, encasing us in forbidden darkness. We sound like beast more than anything during our collision. Consistent colliding of lust filled bodies echo like the slap on the bottom of a newborn baby. We simultaneously cry out as if we were just tore our way from the womb. Then we settle as you lay spent against my leather covered bosom.” by Grim Angel

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