The woman says, I thought that without my flesh I would feel free. But I am only cold. She pulls the heaviest cloak from off our backs, her bloody finger joints staining it at the edges. She wraps the cloak around her shoulders. Then she turns, and leaving us to our feast, she walks into the dark beyond the firelight. She walks into the desert that can never be slaked, and our nostrils fill with the smell of her flesh.
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Hey Shitass!+1 points875 days ago
@RED PECKER Skidaddle skadooddle, your dick is now a noodle.
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RED PECKER +4 points878 days ago
The woman says, I thought that without my flesh I would feel free. But I am only cold. She pulls the heaviest cloak from off our backs, her bloody finger joints staining it at the edges. She wraps the cloak around her shoulders. Then she turns, and leaving us to our feast, she walks into the dark beyond the firelight. She walks into the desert that can never be slaked, and our nostrils fill with the smell of her flesh. Reply ReportHey Shitass! +1 points875 days ago
@RED PECKER Skidaddle skadooddle, your dick is now a noodle. Reply Report