The knife is, by now, almost warm enough to pass for a dick.
It's not soft enough to be, and if any dick were this coated in blood the owner would be at the hospital or in a cell, but it's as warm as a dick when it slides down over his tongue. The blood tastes of salt, and of copper, and of fear.
It's not soft enough to be, and if any dick were this coated in blood the owner would be at the hospital or in a cell, but it's as warm as a dick when it slides down over his tongue. The blood tastes of salt, and of copper, and of fear.
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