I moan as trembles, tiny orgasms strike my dormant body from and from so many different traumas hitting my body at the moment.
Fuck, what is happening to me? I feel like I am being split apart, mended back together at the same time.
I swoon, groan and tremble all over as she pulls me into her scars, her breasts against my breasts, her scars against my Taser dots, that is, what is left of my t**s before I became emaciated.
My face is close to her sculptors face. She does not move, just kissing, breathing pungent flowers on my egret, arched neck with those lips, those amazing lips. I feel the tip of her c**k pressing against the inner ending of my now so beautiful tummy.
Of course I can barely move, though my breath is bellowing. I feel as if a paper marionette that has had its strings c
