The virgin

Tue, 01/21/2014 - 11:26 -- lit5111

He nibbled on her neck and she embraced him

For  she did not know;how could she know that tonight she would be devoured

Soon the nibbles turned into deep hungry bites

Her screams sounded

His eyes darkened

The red followed

Howls vibrated from his chest like a wounded beast

Bruised neck with love bites

The lonely unclasped bra watched the animal act from  a  lonely corner

The white cotton panties were stained forever

But, Thank God she was no longer a virgin

 

 

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