Eye Of The Needle

Bloody Phone Sex

“Do you see the needle?” I asked as I held it mere centimeters from his eyes. He had to stop himself from nodding; it would have slid right in. Lucky for him, I knew he could and he didn’t need to try and speak around his mouth wound. Not that he could have answered me considering I’d already taken his tongue. It lay chewed up on the floor, a bloody mess from when I’d bitten it off. His eyes shot down with mine, and I took that opportunity to introduce the red hot needle into his eye socket. The scream that escaped him did him little good, though it did make my pussy nice and drippy. I began to swirl it around, making some pretty stir art with what once was his iris.

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