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BUTCHER

character: denji, makima tags:+18, cannibalism, violence synopsis: denji is preparing miss makima for dinner. art by @KRK_1010 on X all edits are mine

the oil in the pan sizzles, splashes on the skin of the guy's hands, piercing with needles while he squints his eyes, — swears, — turns over the burnt meat with a wooden spatula. the room has been stuffy for an hour now, — it makes you sweat, breathing carbon dioxide, compresses, squeezes out all the moisture, dehydrates, — settles on the windows with sticky touches when the snow is crying outside. the smell turns your head, hugs your nose, tickles your nostrils and brains. (the dog broke loose with foam at the mouth.) drool stupidly flows down from his chin and drips onto the old-fashioned carpet.

ᅠ naked and funny, the woman is lying right on his kitchen table. denji cleaned it in a "mutton" way. painfully tied the ankles of the legs with a rope with thick villi and hooked it on a hook, before that he slashed well with a large and sharp knife from the adam's apple, dissecting the arteries, to the red pubis. the same red picture appeared in front of him, ingrained in his eyes, — spraying a powerful stream of blood directly into the cornea, a dark soothing mist enveloping the entire room. the skin revealed the whole world. blood dripped onto the unnecessary rags hastily and hastily spread out under the hanging corpse, completely absorbed into them, falling out from under them in a harmless puddle. at the same time, denji looks at her. the woman's head, with that habitually cloying scythe, rested on the countertop, in a deep plate. a peaceful face hides something. the feeling that she will abruptly open her spiral eyes, smile as usual, wave her hands, whisper something and he will unconditionally obey her whims. for example, it will untie you. but that's not going to happen. it will never happen again.

makima.

with a small knife, denji cut out the woman's internal organs, throwing them into a black bag. he hadn't figured out what he was going to do with them yet, and he didn't really want to think about it. the young brain has read everything, seen and tried a lot. he beats his wrists against his ribs. there is a cacophony of smell in the room: fresh dead meat, nauseating blood and shit that the guy is cleaning out of the rectum right now. he grimaces, resists, and almost vomits. there is a sticky lump in my throat of everything that denji ate today. the fingers are poorly protected by toilet paper, which has already absorbed all the female "juices". no matter how hard he tried, his fingers were still smeared with feces, his hands themselves were up to the elbows in blood, his face was in this disgusting mess of blood, sweat, feces, phosphorus, urine and fat. already accustomed to its taste, smell and appearance, denji does not notice how he inhales its drops with his nose, licks them from his lips. but when blood flows into the nasopharynx, it seems to him that the pressure has risen.

a neat process — is skin removal. with the same knife, he, like a jeweler, grabs the thickest layer of it with the blade. coming into contact with metal, the dermis flies off with a bang into the same bag with organs. he is patient, his work is painstaking and he will be rewarded to match satan's ball.

the scream reverberates through the room when the bird crashes into the window. a little bird's blood, feces and bugs are smeared on the glass, which, in all probability, she carried in her beak or paws. the tense, ephemeral silence immediately resumed, as soon as the feathered bird shook itself off and rushed from the windowsill to the concrete with a black wing. it looks like there's new concrete. by this time, denji had managed to put the meat madness on the floor (previously covered with an unnecessary tablecloth), splashing a basin of blood on the floor. a new cry and a new, mixed mate hissed and flew out like a bird in a window: «b-b-bick...»

and, before proceeding to the complete butchering of the carcass, denji turns the severed head to face himself, soiling the back of his head, hair and bridge of his nose with her blood and everything accompanying it. the neck flies off into the cellophane. «can cook soup from her or fry cutlets…» the guy is now wielding an axe, swinging at the joints of his shins and arms. turning her belly down, the chainsaw man passes over the woman's back, at the level of the sacral spine, dividing the carcass into front and back halves.

we have come to what we started with.

the atmosphere changed dramatically after the massacre. the guy has already put the chopped, well-fried parts of his beloved woman on a plate. the torso remained, covered with oil, special spices, vigorous in both colors and taste, stuck (from the beginning of the anus to the base of the neck) directly on a bare pin. he will still play with it, decide what is better to cook: shish kebab or leave it as it is, or maybe pickle it. the rest of her body continues to roast, boil, and steam… makima's head is peacefully lying directly opposite. previously tenacious, warm and incredible. he tastes the meat clean, without any kneading, sauces, side dishes and vegetables…

delicious.

#chainsaw man #makima #csm

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#pls #trust me #true #i love people

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No. 4 in E Minor. Largo

character: sanzu haruchiyo/fem!reader (?) tags:+18, addiction, anal, fictional anatomy, coprophilia, cunnilingus, blowjob, neglect of hygiene, stimulation, drugs, affection synopsis: under the influence of narcotic substances, sanzu and his girlfriend see… everything, giving rise to new feelings and sensations. art by @kichi_4th (sanzu), @Niki (miku)

«after some time, joseph noticed that mary, who was betrothed to him, would soon be a mother. and joseph planned to let her go, giving her a divorce letter. when he decided to do this, an angel appeared to him in a dream and said: «do not be afraid to accept mary, for she will give birth to the holy spirit; and she will give birth to a son, whom you will call jesus (that is, the savior), since he will save people from sins.» – joseph recognized this dream as a suggestion from above, and accepted mary.» (the birth of jesus christ. the worship of shepherds. mt. 1:18-25; lk. 2:1–21)

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sanzu spreads her legs wider, settles right next to the tender, shaved bosom and passes the oppressive childish pain of the heart, the holes of the stomach are sewn up with a machine while the tongue slides along the skin of the inner thigh. the girl relaxes and exhales, at the same time simultaneously injecting a drug into a swollen vein and quietly releasing air from the vagina, accompanied by a characteristic sound. the gentle touches stop and the vibration of laughter passes through the body, shuddering for just a couple of seconds and they return to today's goal of hedonism, which they share together and keep for so long.

the active muscle outlines the female genitals, first passing through the inner folds of the lips of the vagina, pulling back the delicate skin, giving itself more space. inhaling the musky smell, almost a fish with urine, which was more exciting, moving closer and poking her nose into the pubis more; already wet, ready, amused by just one thought, the girl immediately washed down a laxative tablet with water covered with dust.

the mouth sucks the juices of the girl, the tongue strokes the clitoris, and the booming «mmm» is immediately passed by a strong vibration on a lump of nerves. the tongue is replaced by a finger that easily enters the vagina. the nail irritates the walls inside the girl a little, but she does not want to focus on this, sliding off the chair, bending with a sudden crunch in the back area. haruchiyo's free hand immediately picks up the woman's body.

and she bends over, sighing weakly, puts her hands back and spreads her buttocks, opening her anus, while her knees tremble easily from lost satisfaction in the vagina. the penis enters the girl's ass, fingers pull at two delicate points of the body: a brown-pink nipple, skirting a bump and fine wrinkles, outlining a halo with a nail, sending kisses with mutton, nasty sloppy, slobbery, right on moles and small wounds of the back, a new herd of goosebumps; and the clitoris swells, the girl actively rubs against other people's fingers bending his legs at the knees from weakness and excitement. the middle and index finger enter the womb, stretching the uneven walls, while the pace accelerates, anal and rectal tissues gently tear.

drug addicts crush each other's abscesses, drink green pus from wounds, choke. and they see the creatures of norihiro sekitani: a down boy crossed with a pig, spewing beaten boar heads from his mouth; a spider-like disabled baby, with reddened hematomas all over his head, bulging empty eyes, torn off the skin of his jaw, eating his brother, — barely a year old, — in a pool of venous blood; a giant, two-meter tall, fat cockroach, with active whiskers, twig-like paws, (oh, a miracle!) a human's dick fucks the head of a pensioner living her life with black eyes, yellow skin, also regurgitating a mixture of sperm and acid belonging to the stomach (from such a live tarkan with a modified genital organ, haruchiyo shook, hammering his dignity deeper into the anal of the girl); a meat something made up of completely different parts of the body is not that person, not what kind of animal (the head consisted of a sheep's skull wrapped in slimy flesh, with members instead of normal jaws; an unidentified neck, thick, fleshy, sinewy; instead of a trunk, a heart with severed veins and a swollen left atrium; as well as only three thin, long arms slapping the floor with loud claps), moved crookedly from side to side, colliding with the main characters of all sodom under a wild crocodile; on the table, waving her hands — growing directly from short, lush hair — was the severed head of a woman whose nose was (just like a pig's) hooked on a collar hook specially designed for bdsm games, fixation for nostrils, and her eyes were filled with either dirt or oil and, most disgusting in her opinion sanzu, — is a mutilated male jaw instead of a female one, actively moving back and forth; a girl with a cow's head, with only red-red skin left on her skull, in an old-fashioned dress, with crippled hands with only two active fingers, zealously tears out one of her little hands with a bone and instantly devours it; another disabled-boy-a-nightmarish-creature walks around with the meat creature described above, on the with his two ugly arms bent at the elbows, he stares with active eyes at the copulating drug addicts while the slanting ones mow, cockroach whiskers shake on his head, and instead of legs he has a pair of upper human teeth with bloody gums, slamming shut with each of his "steps". and there is a lot of such stuff.

the stench spreads throughout the room while the girl screams in pain of pleasure and defecates on the bed, soiling not only herself with shit and urine, but also haruchiyo's penis. from this, the clouded mind from hard drugs is not going to recover, desperately succumbing to the piled shit. sanzu settles right in front of women's thighs, spreads her buttocks and catches excrement with her tongue, choking, subjecting her taste buds to disgusting tortures in the form of terrible taste, terrible bitterness (comparing it with alcohol of 1000 samples). the guy tried very hard not to throw up, but in a state of the most terrible trip it was impossible to restrain himself, from which vomit poured onto his girlfriend's ass, staining the already dirty sheet. saliva mixed with feces and acidic water drips silently, and the girl under sanzu moves, turns around and catches his penis with a weak hand, not completely covered with her secretions. it smoothes along the entire length, smearing the main element of coprophagia, picking the opening of the urethra, driving a little feces into the hole. with the second hand, he takes hold of the scrotum, kneads and pushes the penis into the throat, not paying attention to such a thing as shit. she restrains her vomiting, makes nauseating sounds, but interrupts them, actively gesticulating with eggs and right at the base of the penis with her hands, helping herself to orgasm from two bodies at once. sanzu suffocates in a filthy room teeming with all the described monsters, beginning to copulate with each other, arranging bloody orgies, also satisfied and smeared with all human secretions. he catches an orgasm and cums in his girlfriend's throat, pushing into her one last time. I didn't have to wait long for the girl to throw up, right on the penis.

a couple of drug addicts are kissing in the shower, mixing an impossible solution from their saliva, passing their tongues over their teeth, while at this time nightmarish creatures continue to desecrate other people's sheets, giving birth to love and worldview.

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«elder joseph and the virgin mary came to bethlehem; but the future mother of the savior of the world could not find a place in the hotel: everyone was crowded with those who came to register; and she placed herself with her companion in a cave where shepherds drove cattle from the pasture. It was here, on a winter night, that christ was born. the blessed virgin swaddled him herself and put him in a manger.

the shepherds saw a multitude of angels; and they heard their solemn heavenly hymn: «glory to god in the highest, and peace on earth, good will among men!»

the angels sang about the peace of the soul, about the peace of mind that believers in christ will achieve when they know god, the purpose and meaning of their lives.» (the birth of jesus christ. the worship of shepherds. mt. 1:18-25; lk. 2:1–21)

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mom was wrong when she said not to chat with strangers on the internet, you're all very cool!

#cool #gyaru talks #i love life #smile #i love my mom #i love you guys #positivity

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BREAK THIS THE BREAKING POINT

character: kakucho hitto/dolphin tags:+18, zoophilia, sex in water, sex in public. synopsis: kakucho recalls his experience with a dolphin…

each person's brain reacts differently to the bright events in his life. if we ask five people to describe the same situation, separating them from each other, we can conclude that we are not clones and do not share the same gray matter. kakucho knows this and lays their ears, the business class flies over the depths of the sea, teeming with salt algae, shark fins, fat calves and other mermaids of the bottom, corroding the sand, choking on mud. a stewardess seeps between the rows, carefully rolls a cart with an abundance of rich dishes, mostly cold, unsatiable; the smell of the sea, the salinity is already burning and playing with crystals on the tip and edges of the tongue.

— so you didn't lie about being ready to devour a whale, — hitto's words-facts flashed in a non-vibrating tone in native japanese after sanzu's sugary voice.

the plate of the foreign friend turned out to be directly opposite the star-streaked one at the edges of the lips. like sliced sausage, the sinewy whale meat is dark dark red, decorated with light greens, covered with a few white noodles like a blanket. the sticks roll over and almost fall to the floor, if not for the stewardess with a quick reaction of one hand, but with the other she bends a cup with half-dead clams.

— are you mad? — octopuses are intercepted by a hand, — look, don't you want to try, huh? — and pokes right in the face with slimy tentacles, so zealously, furiously trying to get out onto the water surface.

— fuck off.

kakucho's hand reaches for the chopsticks to start the meal, thanking the employee of the plane for the service. there were several pieces of raw fish on the plate: virgin pink meat peeked through the black skin, light red blood left its traces on the edges of the dishes; half-rings of onions lay randomly side by side, and in the corner a little soy sauce. kakucho twirled the fish with chopsticks, assessing its appearance and sniffing, noticing how the onion shed drops of tears (juice), getting caught in the meat, soaking it.

— excuse me, — he turned to the confused woman, a small mole moved above her upper lip, her smile stretched and her lipstick cracked. — i only looked at the names of the dishes, but i don't know the ingredients. whose meat is this?

— oh, right, — she fidgeted, wiped her palms on her skirt, hastily adjusted the button of her jacket, turning it one hundred and eighty back and forth. and the sweet and sour liquid poured out with a naked and funny noise, the words echoed greasily, having bathed in oil, a canine splash of water hit the face, leaving a jellyfish burn:

ᅠ— this is dolphin meat.

1. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME.

bonten traveled far to the south, to the kii peninsula. why?

having spread the bad-good influence of the group almost throughout japan, using privileges, not fearing anything, manjiro declared his desire to move further, to individual islands, even to the kuril islands.

it was finally clear; there was no drama, no storm, no thunder and lightning, only the west wind blew the clouds away into the sea, and with them the rumble in the legs. we arrived in the evening, staying in wakayama. we shouldn't have been given permission to wander somewhere nearby, because i discovered the shores of the sea of japan.

it was the first time i saw her far from land. a beautiful, light gray bottlenose dolphin, seeing me, did not immediately swim up, carefully and calmly exploring the depths. after some time, the dolphin (about ten meters away) stopped, staring at me with black buttons of her eyes and silently sailed away without saying goodbye.

on the second day, she let me pet her, just for a second, and screamed, sneezing right at me. after that, i quickly developed a respiratory infection. it was an ordinary cold, but i soon began to annoy my "comrades" with it.

the third day brought pleasant sensations into my life, plus one more story, with which it will be possible to die peacefully. the dolphin, grimacing, drifted, foaming at the tail and tip of its muzzle, heading straight towards me, to the sandy shore. she screamed for help, painted the sea dark red, desperately sank, then swam out again, cutting through the water surface with her gray body.

a bottlenose dolphin washed ashore, scattering wet sand that got into my shoes and pant leg. the wounded woman was writhing: an iron, somewhere rusty harpoon protruded from the side of her body, adjacent to the pectoral fin. the dolphin squeal pierced my ears and relieved me of their stuffiness, the sea air cut through my nostrils and cut my throat as soon as i sat down and got a little closer to the poor girl's body. the bottlenose dolphin, still in shock and enraged by the unwanted weapon under her chest, shook her fins violently, screaming more and more, beating my hands away-away. i had to turn her over on her side so that I could pull out the harpoon that had sunk deep into her body.

— if you keep fighting like that, — the fish shared his panic, from which i began to talk to the female, gently pushing her with one hand, and grabbing the marine weapon with the other, hoping to use it as an additional lever. — there's nothing i can do to help you.

tired (or rather, she was tired, and did not understand my speech), the dolphin stopped resisting other people's touches, but sometimes she managed to hit me casually and shout in her native language. spreading my legs, allowing the dolphin to lie under me, i abruptly pulled on the harpoon, holding her body, trying to do it as quickly as possible so as not to torment the poor thing anymore.

— that's it, — with a wet, sharp sound, a harpoon came out of the dolphin, splashing blood on the shore and my creature, even hitting my face. — take it easy?

apparently, under the influence of a cold and a migraine headache, i lost myself. the bottlenose dolphin calmed down, but continued to squeak, squealed with satisfaction. the breeze between her legs aroused a new excitement with goosebumps. not fear for the life of an unfortunate animal, not concern for my newly healed wounds, but an animal desire to study the cetacean inside out.

crouching down next to her, i examined her stomach, smeared the animal's blood with my palm, noticing how ragged the wound turned out and pressed my jacket to the hole, watching how the fabric was soaked. my gaze slid to the fin, and then to the tail — below.

female dolphins have one extended hole with an anus at the end. inside another hole, a large one, i found two small ones: mammary glands with nipples, with which a mother feeds her cubs. the dolphin's genitals turned pink and swelled, increasing in size, as if facilitating the passage of a partner. the bottlenose dolphin boldly jerked her pelvis forward and shook it, wildly wanting to rub against my leg.

i treated her with delicacy, tenderness, and sophistication. perched on her back, i had to support her fin by pressing it against the female's body. with my other hand, i stroked the bottlenose dolphin, gently passing my palm over her stomach, approaching the clitoris of the genital opening, which was already swollen with a delicate-pink bump from excitement. his fingers touched the lump of nerves and spun slowly on it. the dolphin was constantly twitching, beating her pelvis into my hand and screaming. after a while, i gently slipped my fingers into her hole, feeling her walls, gently stroking. it's hot, and the labia resemble a hardened wet shower sponge. suddenly, the bottlenose dolphin tensed, and a second later screamed joyfully, playing with my hand inside. the muscles inside the fish moved my arm right-left, and after that — contraction. the dolphin continued to struggle, shouting less and less often, finally becoming numb.

as i understood it, she quickly got used to me and saw me as a kind person. and stimulation alone was not enough for her. dragging her to the shallow water, undressing completely, i gently turned the bottlenose dolphin on its side, and i settled myself with her belly, so gently inviting me to mate with her. it was soft to the touch, the whole body was in contact with the fish. with my hand, i directed my penis into the dolphin's vagina and, having received permission in the form of an approving push in my direction, entered it. the blood didn't even need to act as a lubricant. from contact with the water, the dolphin's blood was washed away a little (and with my thrusts smearing it all over the bottlenose dolphin's chest, it completely disappeared, leaving streaks on the sides). at first, she crawled restlessly through the water, then approaching me, then pushing off, trying to get as comfortable as possible. the muscles inside the dolphin were contracting, tightly clasping my penis, as if stroking it along its entire length. unusual sensations went through my body with goosebumps together with the cool wind this evening, and the water, cooled down, pleasantly covered my fingertips, sometimes punching them with a cramp. but i was completely given over to this beautiful bottlenose dolphin that was pushing towards my movements. I tried to hold back as long as possible, tried to enjoy the moment for at least five minutes. the dolphin squealed sweetly, and i responded to her animal impulses.

— yes… like that… you like it, don't you?..

i didn't recognize myself. earrings and hair seemed to become heavier, and the skin became so light that it peeled off, exposing all the muscles. my voice vibrated, rose as soon as i had to moan, rarely, rarely, without relaxing. the cold surface of the dolphin tore at my nipples, arousing me, forcing me to press harder. it feels as if my spirit has left my body at this moment. on the eve of orgasm, muscle contractions inside the bottlenose dolphin and thrusts on me became more frequent.

finally, we both came at the same time.

— you did well… — i praised the dolphin, stroking her while she was resting. — even with a wound, so active.

the bottlenose dolphin laughed creakily as soon as i kissed her on the nose. she was no longer worried and sailed away, calmly diving into the depths of the water. somewhere on the horizon she was jumping out while she was carrying the sea splashes to me, having met with friends.

2. WHAT HAPPENED TO HER.

my shock disappeared as quickly as it had covered me, as soon as i blinked away the details of that day's memories.

the prefecture is famous for its dolphin hunting. knowing this, i should have been so surprised by the fact that dolphin meat dishes are served here.

the next day, after our lovemaking, she was caught by a group of selected fishermen. that's why i didn't see her the next day, but only met with the poachers on the shore. my female was lucky, because she did not immediately find herself in the hunters' net and the harpoon in her neck is proof. when a flock of dolphins is spotted, they are driven into the bay by banging metal sticks in the water to scare and confuse the dolphins. when the cetaceans are already driven into the bay, it is quickly blocked with nets so that they cannot escape. the next day, the dolphins are caught one by one and killed. previously, they were killed by cutting their throats, but the japanese government forbade the use of this method, and now dolphins can officially be killed only with a metal peg in the neck, which causes death within a few seconds. the japanese side explains this type of poaching by tradition and the fact that dolphins do not fall under the protection of the international whaling commission.

honestly, i don't really care about all this immoral fishing, whether it's in japan or on other continents… however, the female was pleasant.

nodding to the stewardess, i began to eat, tapping the dolphin sashimi with chopsticks. a pungent smell pierced my nose. putting a piece in my mouth, feeling the freshness of blood and the indescribable taste of bottlenose dolphin, i chewed. the fibers were tearing, the fat glistened on the lips.

ᅠdisgusting.

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Harlequin

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ harlequin, of course, quite good ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ talked — hotly, ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ he turned out like a fool!

— i'm behaving badly,ᅠi'm worse than a dog. the trash is standing,ᅠi spit in his id. bitch is like a curtain,ᅠi spread her in the morning.

all edits are mine

#tpof #tpof derek #the price of flesh derek #derek #the price of flesh #derek goffard #Youtube

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I want you to die.

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ᅠmy knife is your newᅠr e l i g i o nᅠ🔪🔪 i only desire the fear in your eyes while you’re under myᅠᅠᅠk n i f e

ᅠᅠi no longer feel bad 💥 we can haveᅠfunᅠnow

cutting you up because you’re only pretty while you’re slowly bleeding out for me .

#tpof #tpof komodo #the price of flesh komodo #the price of flesh dragon #tpof dragon #the price of flesh #Youtube

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the frankenstein girl

character: yaku morisuke/zombie!alisa haiba tags:+18, AU, graphic descriptions, body modifications, violence, unrealistic, fantastic. synopsis: au! in which yaku collects his dream girl using others as material.

the young doctor disassembles the cryopreservation, covered with dust and sticky cobwebs, drives away the timid spiders with only his shadow, destroys their delicate intricate work. the dead flies are covered with small yellow larvae, the woodlice crumble into black dust with a crunch from a heavy foot armed with military boots. fresh blood leaves behind him a dark trail of today's dirt and cow dung from the highway, small pebbles on which he bends his legs and says: «fuck», grabbing an uneven shelf with dusty cans full of 90-percent alcohol combined with formalin, in which organs float that have long lost their shape from long and improper storage.

today, yaku brought home another stranger, a whore from the highway, whom it was not a pity to kill. and this time, five women should be enough for him to create his "gore whore".

ᅠ one of them was lying on the operating table: a tanned blonde with zero breast size, bony limbs, but gorgeous long blonde hair. it didn't take too much effort for him to bring her here. she is not bright in mind, naive in character and too kind, but with bad habits in the form of smoking nasty cigarettes and drinking vodka. so healthy organs are out of the question. with the knuckles of her fingers, morisuke's right hand was pressed against the girl's blue cowboy pants. he immediately laid her barefoot; her toenails bore traces of cherry varnish, and there was a dark strip of sticky mud from the patch across her thumb.

without further ceremony, wearing medical gloves, yaku takes up a scalpel, previously cleaned of dust and dried blood. the man wraps his long hair around his left hand: his fingers lay like a fan on the parietal region of the skull. where the thumb and little finger ended, with his right hand he makes incisions in the skin in the temporal-ear region. another large incision over the forehead from ear to ear and yaku grabs the free, cut skin with his fingers, tearing it back. the last incision on the back of his head and in his hands is the scalp of the victim, blood stained the hair at the very base, frozen in drops of red.

the second victim, or rather, the twin-girls: on that day they were wearing lovely calico dresses, pink, in a purple check, with short sleeves, a wide skirt and a tight bodice, tightly fitting breasts large, magnificent, banal, like an apple — eden-ruddy. at the end of the color composition, they painted their lips brightly. their tissue characteristics are phenomenally similar in order, if not to deceive, then to "butter up" the immune system so that rejection does not occur instantly. fundamental complexity. there are two of them, which means he has the right to make a mistake…

the first cut — and there is no dress of the first twin. the second one — is right on the bra. her breasts were freed from the satin binding them, falling out like a bone and rubbing sharply into the soft skin. the man changes the weapon to a marker and black marks remain dotted on the girl, the smell of the office cuts into morisuke's nostrils, and also remains weakly on the victim's skin: right at the hip joints. a saw comes into play, a brand new one, recently bought at a hardware store.

tired red mist, an eyesore, a quiet, soothing, pleasant color. the man blinks slowly, squinting from the drops of blood that have splashed directly into his face. blood is tickling down the bridge of the nose. if you ask him to name the prettiest among the great women, he will surely point his mental finger at the one who never existed. being an artist and a madman, playing with endless sorrow, with black poison in the stomach of the body and a shaky flame that ceases to burn in a sensitive spine, he immediately creates, according to signs unknown to anyone else, a deadly demon in a crowd of the dead: she lies among them, without realizing what power she has in the hands of the great doctor.

the body opens its inner world, passes across the yak with a knife, opening the skin with muscles like a new book; he passes his fingers over the burning organs, thrusting all four phalanges under the liver and examines the swollen gland; it increased in size from fat deposits, scar tissue formed and overall it looked disgusting. he swears, slightly squeezes the organ damaged by the degree. earlier, he had already examined the cryostage and all the organs that were stored there were no longer suitable for transplantation, however…

ᅠ a neat, but large and deep incision of the skin in the abdominal cavity leads to the escape of blood. with a retractor, he pushes away a thick layer of skin and muscles, in order to provide the necessary access to the organ. and the liver of the second twin fits perfectly to the body of the first; a healthy gland of external secretion is connected by blood vessels and bile ducts of the recipient. with a blood transfusion. this time, morisuke is not going to risk losing the results of his huge work because of a stupid mistake like this. more than four hours have passed, it's already six in the morning, cigarette smoke develops around the girls who are numb with strong drugs, and the ashes fall on the undamaged part of the operated person's body, flying like a snowflake onto the table and floor. the needle enters the relaxed skin and corticosteroid is injected into the muscles. this drug helps reduce the risk that the recipient's body will reject the transplanted liver.

ᅠafter smoking, yaku throws the butt somewhere on the floor, not really caring about its cleanliness right now. it was necessary to finish the operation.

the surgeon takes the second table with a brunette phyto-shirt, turning it over on her stomach. a slap on the ass is followed by a characteristic sound that abruptly spread through the operating room. "how to kill a fly," — the man compares, marking incision marks on the brunette with a marker.

the epidermis and dermis splatter with blood, and the lower part of the girl's body is torn off, the hip joints are torn from the grinder, touching the thigh bones. below the buttocks, a yaku is passed with a saw, opening the bones with a roger; he tears the legs with a further coarse tool, more designed for cutting wood.

pushing off the bloody remains of a previously whole girl, yaku moves a yoga-beauty in nylon stockings to her place. this passionate, flirtatious and somehow even innocent piece of clothing made him leave this element on the brown-haired woman. the frankenstein girl is not waiting, and morisuke is even more so, so he repeats without unnecessary preludes everything that he did with the phyto shirt, cutting only his legs. elastic hips are torn in the muscles, the bone breaks unevenly, which is why yaku nervously, — quickly getting angry and easily cooling down, — intercepts the grinder, leveling the bones, inhaling their dust.

with a surgical needle, he sews the ass and legs to the lower back of the twins — collects the frankenstein girl with a puzzle. bone to bone; tendons, blood vessels and skin are pressed against each other due to a dark thread embracing them, the intermediary of which is a curved needle.

ᅠthere was little left .

with the thumb of one hand, he opens the eye of the operated person, fixes it open. the cornea is a relatively simple tissue and does not contain blood vessels, so in the vast majority of cases, the donor site takes root perfectly. the cut-out eyes of a blonde (blue) and a brown-haired woman (green) will serve as an excellent donor material for transplantation. trepan removes the entire disc of the cornea on the first and second eyes of the twins. the donor tissue is sewn into place with stitches. antibiotic eye drops are injected, cold, dusty, but relatively fresh (a month before the expiration date), a gauze bandage is applied to the eye, and the operation ends…

a man attaches small clips with thin wires to the open brain, cut skin of the wrists, ribs and fingers and toes; the outer and inner parts of the hips are clamped with large, metal, thick wire leading to an electric current stored in a massive block with various buttons and levers, the meaning of which only morisuke knows.

after drinking flammable vodka from a metal flask, he impatiently turns on the stagnant switches, which change their position with a crunch of mud. and the yellow light bulbs light up faintly, the device buzzes, the button clicks from pressing hard immediately with a furious fist and the current screams.

warmth spreads throughout the new girl's body, morisuke's body sweeps through with cold, wipes her hands on her robe, gets dirty because of the mixing sweat and blood of the doctor's palm — here she is. one discharge is enough to revive a zombie. his zombie. ᅠ

yaku easily says goodbye to the hair of one of the sisters and sews the scalp of the first blonde to the bare head.

— alisa.

she wants to turn around with a wheeze, wants to say: "what does this mean?", but the surgeon firmly holds her stupid head in place.

— your name is alisa.

alisa breaks into a smile, shakes her legs in the air, leans on the operating table, anticipating a new life with her beloved man, while yaku at this time wants to fuck her rather, and then look after her like a normal girl.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu alisa #haikyuu yaku #hq alisa #hq yaku #alisa haiba #yaku morisuke

[gyarubloodbath]

Moulin Rouge

ᅠ ᅠ«i'm your pussycat in boots, ᅠcrawling in your legs ᅠi'm asking you to stroke me, express» ᅠᅠ— me ♡ ᅠ

all edits are mine

#tpof #tpof celia #the price of flesh celia #celia #the price of flesh #Youtube

[gyarubloodbath]

I love you. You deserve more recognition and likes.

OH HOLY- THANK U SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love u too my little buddy and im so appreciate all that pleasant words <з

[gyarubloodbath]

run

character: draken tw:+18, mechanophilia, stages of decomposition of a corpse. synopsis: a tremor went through body, legs weakened and now draken is sitting. on the contrary — the faithful kawasaki zephyr 400, stroking the gas tank with one index finger, clinging to the letters z and e, painted in silver, around — cold stuffiness and bright insignificance. contradictions. there's a fly flying around the room. at a fast speed, she drunkenly crashes into the dried corpse of her girlfriend, who turned over from the sudden movement on her back. nasty symbolism.

oh, the beautiful naked loins of the goddess of death, an intricate white mist swirls in the head of a sinful desperate soul living in its own world and icy rocks lurk under the skin, cutting with their tips the tissues of wild organs, wildly twisting into impossible knots. the stony idea of his splashed convolutions presses into his brain, giving signals to his eyes: to cover them again, taking the enchanted wanderer into the inevitable forest of the nymph.

a tremor went through body, legs weakened and now draken is sitting. on the contrary — the faithful kawasaki zephyr 400, stroking the gas tank with one index finger, clinging to the letters z and e, painted in silver, around — cold stuffiness and bright insignificance. contradictions. there's a fly flying around the room. at a fast speed, she drunkenly crashes into the dried corpse of her girlfriend, who turned over from the sudden movement on her back. nasty symbolism.

the man rips off his clothes. the body is covered with cold sweat, the limbs tremble slightly from the excitement of the animal. now there are no restrictions, there is no one who needs to be protected, covered, loved, there is no one from whom you need to hide what ken will do now.

precum has covered the seat of the bike and draken squeezes the steering wheel tighter, the imprint will remain in stripes on the palm of his hand. with his other hand, he slowly strokes his penis, convulses in his knee, trying to relax at least a little.

ᅠ the "fresh" stage begins immediately after the heart stops beating. from the moment of death, the body begins to cool or heat up, corresponding to the ambient temperature, which is called algor mortis. within three to six hours, the muscle tissue becomes stiff and unable to relax during a stage called rigor mortis. since blood is no longer pumped, gravity causes it to drain to dependent parts of the body, creating a general bluish-purple discoloration called cadaveric disease or, more commonly, cyanosis. depending on the position of the body, these parts will vary. for example, if a person was lying on his back at the time of death, blood will accumulate in those parts of the body that touch the ground. if a person were hanging, he would accumulate in the tips of his fingers, toes and earlobes.

blood can no longer supply oxygen or remove carbon dioxide from tissues. cells lose their structural integrity, which leads to the release of cellular enzymes capable of initiating the destruction of surrounding cells and tissues. this process is known as autolysis.

the visible changes caused by decomposition are limited at the fresh stage, although autolysis can cause blisters on the surface of the skin.

the small amount of oxygen remaining in the body is rapidly depleted by cellular metabolism and aerobic microbes naturally present in the respiratory and gastrointestinal tracts, creating an ideal environment for the reproduction of anaerobic organisms. they multiply by consuming carbohydrates, lipids and proteins of the body, with the formation of various substances, including propionic acid, lactic acid, methane, hydrogen sulfide and ammonia. the process of reproduction of microorganisms in the body is called putrefaction and leads to the second stage of decomposition, known as bloating.

meat flies are the first carrion insects that arrive and look for a suitable place to lay eggs.

ᅠ heart is beating like it's never been before. only the head of the penis enters the still warm gas tank, opened with a key. the smell of gasoline sweeps through the room, the headache increases with every breath, and the bitter taste of something elusive is on the tongue. ryuguji is choking on his saliva, trying to squeeze deeper into the tank, and his body sticks to the motorcycle, which has seen everything a man has had to go through in the last couple of years. He gets lost and whispers alone with kawasaki, stroking the carburetor with his fingertips:

— it's like my first time… only much narrower, haha…

the bike represents ken's closest approach to a woman. he winces, feels an insatiable, destructive (long-destroyed) thirst. it's like a tickle that slowly teases every corner of your body, except you desperately don't want it to stop. he transmits emotions and all his feelings to a mute object, and at this moment he is more vulnerable than ever.

ᅠ the bloating stage provides the first clear visual indication that microbial reproduction is taking place. at this stage, anaerobic metabolism occurs, leading to the accumulation of gases such as hydrogen sulfide, carbon dioxide, methane and nitrogen. the accumulation of gases in the body cavity causes bloating and gives the corpse its general bloated appearance. the resulting gases also cause foaming of natural liquids and diluent tissues. as the pressure of gases in the body increases, liquids are forced to exit natural openings such as the nose, mouth and anus and enter the environment. increased pressure combined with loss of skin integrity can also lead to rupture of the body.

intestinal anaerobic bacteria convert hemoglobin into sulfhemoglobin and other colored pigments. the accompanying gases that accumulate in the body at this time contribute to the transportation of sulfhemoglobin throughout the body through the circulatory and lymphatic systems, giving the body a marbled appearance.

if insects have access, the larvae hatch and begin to feed on body tissues. larval activity, usually limited to natural openings and clusters under the skin, causes skin to slide and hair to separate. feeding on larvae and the accumulation of gases in the body eventually leads to postmortem skin tears, which then additionally allow gases and liquids to be removed into the environment. ruptures in the skin allow oxygen to re-enter the body and provide a large surface area for the development of fly larvae and the activity of aerobic microorganisms. the removal of gases and liquids leads to the appearance of strong characteristic odors associated with decomposition.

in the blink of an eye, as the germans say, draken was under a motorcycle, the heavenly virtuous line of behavior was erased and time moves faster than our fantasies, appearing in dreams, in moments when despair obscures the human gaze with a white mist.

the man gets comfortable, the cold blows from under the cracks, and the floor presses painfully on his back. the legs are bent at the knees, the pelvis is raised, and the penis ends up in the exhaust pipe. the cold frame of the motorcycle tickles the inner side of the thighs, sand pours from the wheels from each push, getting on the roughened skin, while ryuguji was languishing, morally exhausted, mentally justifying himself.

hands reach out to the front suspension — a telescopic fork — then to the steel frame, stroking both from top to bottom. my breathing stops again; a pistol shot, frightening and cautious, making me almost pee with happiness.

decomposition slows down significantly with progressive decomposition due to the loss of readily available cadaveric material. insect activity also decreases at this stage. when the carcass is on the ground, signs of vegetation death will be visible in the area adjacent to it. carbonyldiimidazole surrounding the framework will display an increase in soil carbon content and nutrients such as phosphorus, potassium, calcium and magnesium; pH changes; and a significant increase in soil nitrogen content.

ᅠ and in the hot workshop, he sat down next to the bike, slapping a nimble fly on his knee.

#tokyo revengers #draken #ken ryuguji #tokrev #tokrev draken

[gyarubloodbath]

a black demon lurking in me, the surgeons are hiding it from me,

but I know for sure, watching the tapes, no matter what,

cut out the problem of my eden. ᅠ

lucy is holding on to a knife, and in the background the tv is quietly noisy with the recording of the operation on the patient's stomach turned on, and on the second computer screen — is what she has been looking for for so long. obsessed with one idea to get rid of what is hidden from the naked eyes of her black ones, the black absorbed body of the half-breed, absorbing her physical body, crawling with slippery, wet tentacles through the nostrils, mouth and ears of the girl — directly into the brain, forcing it to rot, infecting gangrene. she will finally be able to prove to stephen her theory of human decay from the inside and then they can become a normal family, movie parents.

#cows #matthew stokoe

[gyarubloodbath]

flirtin' with death

character: raiden shogun (baal) tw:+18, execution, religious themes, death. synopsis: she sought to put herself on fire, following the ideology of schism, justifying the very possibility of «saving the soul» by the cult of death, liberation, something as pure and sublime as possible. art by @Me04l on twi

«the holy martyr solomonia, after the torment of her children, without getting the hands of human attacks, prayed to god, and put herself into a kindled frying pan, and so betrayed her spirit»

ᅠ(«protopop habakkuk. life for faith», kirill yakovlevich kozhurin) ᅠ

she grabbed him and bite him, and his heart was like snow under a thin scarlet skin, and with the ape-like agility so characteristic of this suicide, she snatched the cross from the elder.

she was musical, she was filled with stormy light. she sought to put herself on fire, following the ideology of schism, justifying the very possibility of "saving the soul" by the cult of death, liberation, something as pure and sublime as possible. so she reclined, sprawled in a haystack of dark hay, a girl in short white socks, devouring her cursed fruit, — an apple — singing through its juice, losing her shoe in a swing, rubbing her heel in a slipping sock, — and her every movement, every shuffle and sway helped hide the tactile relationship — between a miracle and a monster, between the tearing beast inside and the beauty of this shaky body in this virgin cotton dress.

she was lost in the acrid but healthy heat, which wrapped around raiden ei like a summer haze. she flirts with death, because she simply adores this shade of baal violet, a haze left behind by her twin-sister; this bright border along inflamed lips, speaking only with the parade of death, bitterly biting through the bones of the fetus; these wet, matted eyelashes. let it stay that way, let it stay forever…

among the sectarians — she is lost in their crowd, sucking on an apple core, hated by mentors, eaten by the eyes of all men.

beelzebub went crazy in raiden's body. on bloody friday, she put herself first in line to perish, right into the arms of death, and through them, into the trusted hands of her sister. another reason to contact the fire.

— hello, my little friend, — the elder began to broadcast, looking directly at raiden, who put a massive cross right to her chest. — i see you're standing your ground. well, in that case, let's not waste any time. a fire is already being lit for you at this hour.

a moment later, the cultists heard the footsteps of a suicide bomber walking down the stairs. the heart in her increased in volume so powerfully that it almost blocked the whole world. she pulled up the sleeves of her dress and opened the door; at the same time, raiden ran to death, stomping, puffing, dressed in her most beautiful dress, and now she was in her invisible arms, without even entering the fire. the assembled people — are unhappy, docile, well mannered, dog-eyed people who have adapted enough to restrain their impulses in the presence of those who surpass them, but are ready to give many years of their lives for one opportunity to touch the sacred fire. not daring to give oneself free rein — not daring to allow oneself to understand that this (the unsteady fire) is the beginning of that untold life, which impatient minds studied with an effort of will, absorbing hundreds of sources of philosophical teachings. ᅠ

«when the church caught fire and the great smoke ascended with fire on the aera and after a great smoke from the very church head… father Ignatius came out with a cross in great glory and grace, and rose to a height…» ᅠ

she entered the fire and immediately calmed down — she did not die of pain shock, but immediately fought with a high cry of heaven, covered with clouds. she sees the light of god and god himself, passing a terrible judgment, bursting with pain, from a spasm of the respiratory tract. flames caress her trachea, heat fills her bronchi, her lungs fail and she suffocates… but not right away. at first, she splashes in a river of agony and suffering: the brain receives a signal about burning nerve endings (like a hammer on a finger, only the blow comes to the whole body at once). she was in pain for only a few minutes, after — that she was in a state of shock. the skin was instantly covered with liquid blisters, the eyes, under the pressure of heat, flow out of their orbits, the vocal cords melt and fall inside in a shapeless mass, dining with their own voice.

the sky is irritated by thunder, and dozens more voices of the departed minds echo it, roaring filling the entire square, thinking that their holy relics have been heard. ᅠ

death reunites the wandering souls in the river of sufferers, having played with the body of ei in decadence, corroding the human silence. and the sisters met, wept a lot of tears, spending a lot of energy searching for each other.

raiden entered the land of the dead, in scarlet and black, with careless curiosity; she looked at it with a disdainful smile; and now it seemed that she was ready to reject it with the most expressive disgust.

#genshin impact #genshin #raiden ei #raiden #raiden baal #raiden shogun #baal

[gyarubloodbath]

Off To The Races

ᅠ likes to watch me in the ᅠglass-room, bathroom, chateau marmont, slippin' on my red dress, putting on my makeup. glass-room perfume, cognac lilac fumes. says it feel like ᅠheaven to him light of his life, ᅠfire of his loins, keep me forever, tell me ᅠyou want me. light of your life, ᅠfire of your loins, tell me you want me. ᅠgimme them coins.

if my delight could have sounded, it would have filled this bourgeois hotel with a deafening roar. and the only thing I regret today is that i did not silently leave the key 342 at the doorman and did not leave the city, country, continent, hemisphere and the whole globe that night. ᅠ(«lolita», vladimir nabokov) ᅠ

art by @xx3percentxx on twi

#tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers rindou #tokrev rindou #rindou haitani #Youtube

[gyarubloodbath]

DECOMPOSITION

i'm behind the station, ᅠmy cremation, come to caress, i'm sleeping under your mattress. there very ᅠsweet there very ᅠbright. i'm sleep only-only under your mattress, come to wave, come, ᅠhands-hands get down

show me the heights of sophisticated skills and their depths. drive me crazy with pleasure, then tease me with pain. bring me to the edge of possibilities, share your joy and rage, know my body as your own. ᅠ(«exquisite corpse», poppy bright) ᅠ

all edits are mine

#death note #death note misa amane #death note misa misa #misa amane #death note misa #misa misa #misa #Youtube

[gyarubloodbath]

the last image in the recent fic as a nazi symbol in it 😭😭idk if it was intentional or not

AHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG- no, really, thanks for noticing and telling me. the first time I posted a fic on another social network, I really didn't see it……. okay idc honestly

[gyarubloodbath]

dog's high

character: rindou haitani/fem! shion madarame tw:+18, asphyxia, latex, "dog's high", loud sex, masturbation, cunnilingus, BDSM, sex in clothes, on camera. synopsis: rindo loves shion, opening his heart in games with asphyxia. art by @SKT_H030 (shion), @ttgum (rindou) on twi

with demonic suddenness, the tender nudity, each time accepting the gift of rindo's worship, turned into a latex suit, hugging madarame's curves, skirting every protruding bone and the material glistens from the camera flash. another picture is stored in the memory not only of the camera, but also of the hard disk of the gyrus of rindou's brain, covered with pink mucus, flowing down the walls of the skull, small drops fell on the eyeballs, whose capillaries burst from overflowing tension in a half-dead body with a nearby excitation of the burning lower muscles.

the heat of the two bodies, with freud's growing libido, is enough for the body, — covered with a dense catsuit, sticking, — to have time to sweat, creating the effect of a "second skin" and numbness. sensitive, smooth, the feeling of freshly shaved or waxed skin burning. the stuffy, humid, hopeless room only put more pressure on the subconscious of both bodies, suffocating from the upcoming unchildish game.

for the first time, shion was under rindou's supervision, panting a little. a perfect beauty in a plaid skirt and mesh tights, from which rindou blushed like the lands of satan, — feeling herself in the depths of a special, chosen paradise with the flames of hell, — squats down, leaning on heavily armed legs immersed in high platforms, closed by the shadow of haitani. she breathes often-often-often-often, inhaling air briefly and quickly through her mouth, and exhaling just as quickly, making a circle. she counts down the fifty seconds in her head that have been left in her blood for many weeks since that moment. under the guidance of the guy, the miniature novel, seasoned with a hellish drug, continued as follows: madarame abruptly stood up, holding her nose with long manicured fingers, pursing her lips into a thin stripe, exposing herself to cerebral hypoxia, oxygen starvation of the brain. if it meant anything to shion, she might not have played such a game. i blindly trusted in a poisonous love, the stars in my eyes seemed to be a helpful strangulation. madarame just grunts, fleetingly experiencing dizziness, a frenzied heartbeat giving directly to her head, she feels it right in her throat, burping into her mouth… or it's a language… and he falls firmly into unconsciousness, with dreams short, but intense and impossibly detailed to the point of ugliness and abomination. at this moment, rindou only smiles at the inexperience of the canine high girl, in this distance, her vision, — she is not in consciousness, in this present world, — she acquired an incredibly spicy charm that made him, the spectator, subject to somnophilia, rush at full speed to his drowning, prepared by god's judgment.

the camera of an amateur-cameraman stops at the face of shion, whose body is hugged by a latex coating, and a kind of mask made of the same material is prepared next to it.

— are you ready? — rindou's calm voice interrupts the suffocating call of the room.

— of course, — shion coquettishly moves her shoulders, approaching the lens with her very eye, as if trying to prove to the internal government of the camera body that she — is a trusted person of rindou, or trying to make out small chips, breaking glass with her eyelashes. — i feel the strongest, and also the weakest.

— how's that?

— we-e-ell… — she pulled back and thought about it, trying to describe the feeling of wearing latex. there is nothing under it and only the zipper on the back and up to the crotch attract you to destroy this smoothness of the second skin, seeping inside, feeling moisture and prematurely applied polish. — i feel more conscious, intensely… it was like i shaved off all my body hair and applied oil. i'm so warm…

shion hugged herself, she smiles and slowly runs her fingers right along her body, touching her breasts, feeling a small bump with her tips and continuing it on her hip bones, stretching out her leg, glistening in the yellow light of the ifrit, rounding her thin thighs to rub against the zipper right in front of the vagina. as soon as the camera zoomed in, amid rindou's chuckles and his pleased «mm», madarame lifted her foot, hitting the guy's arm with it, unpleasantly hitting a nerve.

— ouch!.. — the blond man hissed, grabbing his elbow, grabbing the camera with his other hand, stopping the shooting. — shion, you could easily have dropped the camera!

madarame's burning laughter appeared in the dark green room, falling on the bed like a raven black suit, due to the simultaneous fire that burned all night in rindou's veins. hovering right over the remains of a forest fire, smoldering and soaring with light smoke, he managed to reawaken the flames writhing, shamelessly tempting.

filming resumes.

— is it time to start already? — the main character of the "underground cinema" sang almost in a whisper, and, without the slightest warning, a wild, canine foam swelled right under the operator's heart, his cerberus love looked attentively, sparkling eyes in the high shadow.

it was the same maiden — the same lean body, the same silky, bare neck, the same thin hair, spreading out like a yellow blonde on the bed. a separate black latex cloth, tightly covering her head, hid from the lilac eyes — but not from the young memory of the brain of the opposite — the wonderful face that he so caressed in our mortal days. and if she had been stolen, lost, found, dressed in gypsy clothes, battered by hounds, he would have recognized her dark birthmark on her side. with a sacred admiration (gypsies are drunk, hounds are shot), he saw a sunken belly wrapped in a dense exciting fabric, where the camera stopped, going down to the south, "girly" hips, which rindo kisses with gentle touches, anticipating the light fluff of her skin.

the fabric inflates from shion's exhalation and immediately outlines her facial features as soon as she inhales the remnants of hot oxygen. she strangles herself with one hand, delaying air access to the body, grabbing the two ends of the latex piece, holding it in her fist and tipping her head to the side. with the other hand, she stimulates the clitoris, rubbing the nervous lump with her fingers, and her fingers are gloved. the smoothness of the material only allows the tips to slide over the lubricant, muffling wet noise. it becomes almost impossible to breathe, she swallowed all the air, greedily pushed in the nasty stuffiness of it, and her hand only accelerates, making circular rotations, sometimes sliding her middle finger on the labia from the speed. rindou manages to capture this too, holding his breath. his knees are beating in the air, his head is spinning in different directions, back and forth, and latex outlines madarame's mouth and nostrils. the girl lets go of the edges of the mask and quickly opens the lower part of it, inhaling noisily with her mouth, feeling dry on her lips, half-moaning, licking her lips from self-induced hypocapnia, causing not only rindou's composure to fog up, but also the lens of the witness camera.

now only the recess of shion's mouth is visible. moans are eaten into the squeak of the mask material, while rindo helps, enters the girl with his fingers, and runs his tongue along the folds of the vagina, outlining the clitoris with the tip, teasing her, sometimes pulling the delicate skin around the labia with his teeth, immediately licking the bite site. madarame is not shy and screams with pleasure, doubly overflowing, pushing her hips closer to rin's mouth. shion squirms from lack of oxygen and approaching orgasm, wants to bring her legs together, but she is not allowed to do this, continuing to torment the girl.

it is extremely difficult to express with the required force this explosion, this tremor, this jolt of passionate charm. the blonde tears latex from her face and inhales air, screams in parallel, turning herself into chaos: hair stuck to sweaty, reddened forehead and cheeks, some got into her eyes and mouth in thin curls, got tangled in piercings; tears remained in her eyes with beads, makeup "floated", smearing mascara and eyeliner around the eyes, according to advertising deceptively waterproof. my thighs are shaking and cramping. rindo feels a viscous liquid, in a small amount, but he definitely feels its taste: sweet-sour-salty.

she is changeable, she is capricious, flexible, she is still full of the youthful maximalism of a sharp teenage-girl. that's what makes her attractive — attractive to everyone — starting with dusty toes covered with bright varnish, ending with a small scar near her mouth, just where it's most convenient to kiss. with every fiber of her being, she touched the most sensitive point of his base flesh.

song: dlb — Собачий кайф

#tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers shion #tokrev rindou #tokrev shion #rindou haitani #shion madarame #fem shion madarame