Heat Rocks

Spitting fire, hulking mad,  fully tattooed ball and gag,

Split tongue, contact eyes, chains and whips to biting lips and, of course, black gothic fingertips.
Ecstasy and joy to the point of spiritual heavenly void, soaring into outer space and then descending two, deeply thrusting down into one fiery meteor to the crashing ground. 

Repetitiveness in bliss. Domination entangled into a vice-grip of an unforgiving, non-submissive choking kiss. Paced by a slapping face and a sweaty tasting air, hot and thick with no sight in end and loving it! 

by the unknown sith

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

You have a genuine command of language that is to be admired.

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