I'm not the kind of man that likes to eat his pussy raw. So put her on the...
He ate her, bones and all, leaving only her eyelashes (floating in a glass of milk).
It's enough the make a man rethink his whole life. I mean, what good is God when the walls are melting?
Sex in the alley behind the butcher shop on 7th street will save your marriage.
Thanks much smooth (if apples can be trusted and they)
As she came, tiny troplets of blood rose from her pores. (She knew what He knew in the garden 1962 years earlier.)
Dolly.
Perception altar.
It's our clandestiny.
Clouds burned the evidence.
