Deviant Jibtech
Grabbing her neck with a devious smirk, I caress her curves out of sight, putting on a small fight.She tries to slip away, forcing a grip and say: " No, you b***h! You are mine and here in my hands you will stay." She begs and she pleads, spark the flame, thus lighting the fire. Thinking of planting my seeds, oh how I desire. I undress and place her in the one position I had to pick, ending up sucking Satan's d**k.
Strong and potent, nasty and spiced. The blossoming p***s I love to lick.
Being rough and hot, the sensational pleasures, the position I assume.
Flavors tasted and pleasures pleasured, keeping the Crystal c**k, The Ice Queen will resume.
She is not for the weak, with given secrets, of which we do not speak.
For the People disguised in Shadows protect her and our deaths they seek.
Representing a chimerical state of being, the "Ice Queen Journey," amazing and foreseeing, we often disbelieve it actually being.
Tread with caution, for every second spend, will inevitably ******** your dream of what was meant.
Giving obvious signs of her advent, your body will begin to slow and to crumb.
Pray you're ready, for her tormenting insertion deep within you is soon to come.
As the Queen travels, she corrupts our conscience thoughts, ending it abrupt.
She's pleased, momentarily ceased, leaving you displeased and diseased, adding one more to her collection for her necklace, a sad little bead.
Do not resist, not even 'suppose', her powers so great, you will not live nor appose.
For her hunger is infinite and endlessly you will feed.
