Deep dark fantasies devious killer mom strikes. Like a cobra fast and deadly. At the same time can be slow like a python, chopping off the head like a preying mantis. All in all, my fantasies are deep and dark. They all revolve around me being the killer. Not for the first time, I fantasize about desecrating a body while they still breathe.
Riding on the cock, until the face is as blue as the limp dead balls hitting my ass. Cock stiff as board. The rest to be sure will soon follow suit. Still, I ride. Sharp blade resting alongside the jugular. Picturing the slice into the jugular.
Knowing that at the same time you will live longer than you think. In fact, if pressure were applied strongly enough you would live. As has been noted though this is my deep and dark thoughts.
The Dark Fantasies of devious killer mom strikes. Into the jugular. Making it gush out with blood all around. Stinky red blood coating the floors. It must be remembered that all the great women killers like the Queen of Hearts is off with their heads.
I will – to be sure to steal your heart and your head. Adding you to the mantle. Obviously, not just another notch on the bedpost. For this killer mom keep the head for the trophy. The black widow and preying mantis would be proud.
All Credit Cards Accepted
[ 
