dubing to fuckstep

oh and by the way... in the end of it all I felt fucking molested and mutilated (so damn good). on the train back home still her fingers on my nipples, her hands squeezing my loins, her lips on mines. gosh I'm having a heatwave. that bitch burned my muffin but I'm trve kvlt you know.. I like my muffin as my churches - flaming. oh and thous nails. just dug them deeper make me bleed. mark me so when I get out I have something by which to prove myself that it wasn't just a dream. you tell me to keep my teeth off your neck but how the hell can I do that when my entire insides are exploding and I must find something to hold on to.. you don't want guts on your walls well do you? you tell me to be quiet... I can't control myself over this point don't you get that? you have gained all the control over me can't you see that? and you won't even stop.. give me a second to breath, to recover.. just one... secon.. oh here we go again.
don't get me wrong. I fucking love it