The cunt that walked the streets
Heavy-breather… secreting mass of conical flesh, cervix embedded just below the top. No uterus above, unless you’re into that whole thing of, like… spirit bodies. Only a small knit hat.
Ah, this cunt does walk the street and knocks upon each solid door; breathing hard, dripping milky cum… A trail of love, if you like. Or, just a trail of pussy juice in the night.
She is a sleuth, this cunt. The street lamp portrays a scenario by which she takes three steps within it’s light. Steam comes off her as she passes.