Your face turned blue and pale as your eyes fought to stay open. As your breath grew shallow and mine began to increase, a yell from across the hall disrupted my focus as our short tempered dad broke the moment. Your arms flailed as you gasped for air. I watched you peel my skin from beneath your fingernails as I intently listened for dad's snoring. My cum dripped from your pussy like Velveeta shells and cheese onto my Dewalt drill bag. The next day was my birthday. I discovered, at the art museum, that you have been cheating on me for months. Upset, I peed on your clean clothes and then in the vending machine; my heart was broke. It felt like a snowman that had been titty-fucked. Melted titties, a small cold cock, a puddle with buttons, and a carrot to make sure my eyes stay healthy. Both my parents wear glasses.
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020