Copper. That’s what it tastes like. Thick, metallic, crimson, and beautiful. That’s how they taste afterward, but before then it is a much different story. Sweat, salty, tangy, the fear is just divine. I have seen you, your mouth pressed against those bald pussies. Pressing in as deep as you can while they beg you to stop. You tell the how good they are being, but it really doesn’t matter what you say, they know what you are doing is wrong. Sometimes they cry, but you like that don’t you. I know I do.
You touch their face, hovering over them, blocking out the light, obscuring your face. You press one finger to your lips shushing them. Their eye wide, hopeful, you begin to spread their legs as wide as you can get them. The screaming starts, high pitched, as you press your cock into that tiny little space. Of course you cannot get it all in, but you try. How dare she be such a slut, teasing you day after day. Wearing those little dresses, tight little leggings, she knew what she was doing.
She was just waiting for you to make the first move, and now all she does is pretend not to want you. You just have to be a little bit more … persuasive. You go deeper, you feel something tear, but you don’t care, she needs to learn. She needs to learn not to tease then not put out. Better she learn now then later, this will be your good deed for the day.
She gasps for breath as you start to pound into her, then you see her look at you, you see hatred in those big eyes. You stop, you realize she lied to you, she didn’t want to be with you, she was just like all the rest of them. You thought she was different, but she wasn’t. This just makes you angry, and it should. Little bitches like her shouldn’t play with people’s emotions. You get up as she collapses sobbing for her Mommy. Her Mommy is probably a slut just like her daughter.
You grab your pocket knife. You get back between her legs, she starts to beg again, that just makes it worse. You can’t help yourself, you plunge back into her as the blade sinks into her tender flesh. Now her screaming is more intense, you bring the knife to your lips, smearing the crimson liquid before licking it off. She tastes amazing. You want more.
You shudder as you watch her blood spill slowly down her titties, soft pink nipples that are barely there take on the color of her blood, you lean down to suck it off of them. You explode inside of her, you bring the blade to her pretty soft neck, you slice over her throat, cutting, slitting her jugular as the hot warm blood spurts all over you. You look down at her face, her eyes go dull. You toss her out like the lying trash she is. Pity, you had hoped that this time she wouldn’t be one of those teasing whores. Luckily for you there are plenty more out there, and you are determined to find the one of your dreams.
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