Gnnnnnh! Oh man! You know that scene in the horror movie where the jock is taunting the cursed statue that's actually some kind of cannibal demon? And you know that every single insult is building more certainty to his doom?? This is that feeling. Oh, and the knife along her vacuum-sealed dress was a nice touch.
Gnnnnnh! Oh man! You know that scene in the horror movie where the jock is taunting the cursed sta
Its heart wrenching to see a kind beautiful woman in form fitting dress. You can't help but adore her for that respectable attire... but at the same time the idea of peeling the beautiful dress off to glide your finger tips across the skin within is SUCH a tempting and delectable thought.
*sigh*
If only, if only...
Edit: Oh my... do I see something behind our knife wielding hooligan? I was never a fan of people being eaten alive... but being savagely beaten to death or torn apart in a bloody flurry of claws doesn't bother me at all. I wonder why...
Its heart wrenching to see a kind beautiful woman in form fitting dress. You can't help but adore he