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Selling limbs from a bag was always my forte; I get my stock for perverted clients |
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This is my store |
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Thrust my rotting member deep inside her oozing gash, pushing deeply |
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Pushing deep, as deep as I can, feeling blood squelch against my cock |
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I like the feel of the worms against my shaft |
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**** my stock, just for fun, just for kicks |
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I like the feel of the worms wriggling on my cock |
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Found my victim in the streets, told her body I needed it |
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Then down in my basement I carved her |
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Storing her parts in jars for my clients |
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I drained her blood, so to embalm |
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Death gets me off |
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I am sick and I cum bile |
