


The heat from the night seemed to crawl all over her body and up her toes. It kissed along the back of her legs as she moved her hand up the inside of her thigh. The bright red blood seemed to match the color of her boots making a line that disappeared between the edge of her skirt and freshly tagged skin. Her breast seemed to grow with every sigh she took and as if in an effort to warrant their bounty massaged them with the same hand that held the knife. Her back arched and the steam from her body started to fog up the already humid windows. Her orgasm was long and silent and by the time she came her knife had dropped along the edge of the seat as she squeezed her nipples with one hand while licking the fingers of the other.




designer jenny lee-katz was born in wales but now resides in pennsylvania, where she designs beautiful textiles inspired by her travels. in addition to being incredibly cute, jenny’s work uses all natural fabrics and organic textile dyes.

She reached in her purse for anything that could occupy her time to void off any thoughts that would try to force there way in, she grabbed a cigarette and book of matches. She always found it strange to watch the cardboard, friction on cardboard, strike in to flames. In the light she noticed blood painted symbols along blacked out window frames and aside doors - a way out. She reached for the handle and walked the fuck out; Off from a porch and out in to a stereotypical fucking wilderness; These god damn rapist were always so unoriginal to her.

Erykah Badu - Danger
What she say? I said, Block on lock the trunk stay locked. Glock on cock the block stay hot.