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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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I love your pain,
makes me so insane. I want to twist you, taint you make a canvas of you. My master piece, my whore I’ll cut you, slice you, does it entice you. I know you’ll want more. I enjoy your pain, my pleasure. Your just my canvas on the floor Do you feel victimizied, violated, filled with fear, eyes dialated. Time to take me inside, give up your stupid pride. Your my tapestry, nothing more Beg me, plead. I’m going to make you bleed. Rip my back, dig your nails. It’s ecstasy hearing you wail. Love it when I score Now that I am satisfied, cast you aside You filthy whore, don’t want you anymore My master piece completed
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