The Joys of Being a MurdererMature

His breath is short, as his cock grows long,

his fingers grasp the sheets  as he screams "I'm going to cum!"-

no shit Sherlock, that's the point of my fun,

I laugh out loud as I slide his foreskin back and forth with my forefinger and thumb.

This poor boy looks worse than death,

lucky for him I'm not done yet-

I guess i should've told him my name, so i could delight in his gasping it out as he came,

oh well, matters not,  I don't have much time to listen,

Dinner is served, and served hot in one instant.

My head dips low,fast then slow,

teasing his dick like a lollipop with tongue and hand,

I devour his essence, drink it all with a smirk,

I leave him as a pale husk,naked and empty in a dark room that i guess is his own,

he was the first in a long list,

a willing victim of my sexually derived bliss,

another client without a complaint, another one who'd be looking for just another taste,

oh,the joys of being murderer,

after a profitable night like this.

The End

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