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A Serial Pussy Killer
Volume One: Twelve Erotic Hours
WARNING BEFORE READING
The fannies, fandango’s, kitties, flowers, honey holes & vagina’s were harmed during this killing spree. They were relentlessly poked, prodded, pounded, fingered, licked, slurped, sucked and in fact killed. However, we are happy to report none died. Actually, after a little rest they were able to walk away from the mayhem.
12 am Southeastern Time USA
“Red, I already love you.”
“No, change that, you’re going to worship the ground I walk on. You understand. Slave!”
Growing up in the South and playing sports, I was called a lot of things, but this is the first time a sexy little coed has uttered Slave. To my surprise, the way she said it got me aroused.
“Listen carefully. I need you to go get some ice from downstairs. I want a screwdriver, cause you are going to screw and drive me crazy.”
“Roll up some joints. I’m going to change, when I come out, we’re going to smoke and drink. I’ll decide if you’re worthy. Understand!”
