Her Drenched lips flowing down her thighs, such a putrid stench she is pestilence in its purist form i can still taste her flesh how could i ever lay by your side now i know just another worthless harlot another one to the world look into my eyes tell me what you see just a fucking bitch who will die by me climaxing from my touch making her bleed stoping the disease such infection has no room to live youll never claim another victim may have got my heart but now i got your life in my hands ripping out her entrails from the loose void which lies between her legs Her Drenched lips flowing down her thighs, such a putrid stench she is pestilence in its purist form i can still taste her flesh aroma of decay fills the room blood is dripping from my hands i can taste it when i lick my lips she lies there lifeless bringing a smile to my face knowing that she can never be again she can never be again
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