Cum, Blood and Bullets: Rock’n Roll Suicide
Fifteen minutes later, we’re back on the road. Polly beside me, cotton panties and cum-blood soaked tee clinging to her skin, face smeared with drying jizz. Me, shirtless, gripping the wheel of this dead trucker’s rig. His tank top’s ruined—my crazy babe’s got the Glock now, wedged between her thighs, barrel reeking of fresh violence. […]