Amagortis Acrotomophiliac
If these ladies knew what turns me on, they'd say go f..ck
yourself
Tough luck, they fall for my sweet-talk, now it's too
late. No escaping.
Almost too easy. Can't wait to see her eyes. Now she's
wasted on my couch
No need for chloroform this time. Come to the bedroom.
Strapped down willingly.
Before she knows what she's about to receive, I pull down
my pants.
She notices something's missing. Deep throat the stump.
Down to your lungs. Deep throat the stump. Or I'll make
you one of your own.
Sphincter tearing as I ravage, mercilessly pounding down.
As my knee enters your colon, half-digested meals are
spilled.
Wake you up with butyl-nitrite. It will help enhance your
panic.
As you scream in pain and terror, you notice what the
f..ck's wrong with me.
Acrotomophiliac.
