Fisted To The Point Of Regurgitation - Annotations Of An Autopsy

They call me a creeping oozing son of a bitch

Because the smell of infection gets me stiff

I pound down on visions of perfection

Using my fists just to get my erection

They think it’s gonna stop but its only getting worse

As she starts to choke upon her bile

Just a few more times my darling, your throat’s about to split

From all the built-up bile that is now filling it

That’s right, just let it out

The bile burns your mouth

The stomach acid corrodes your teeth, there is no doubt

Jeez, I love that smell, so I rejoice in it

Watching the blood drip from her ass is a sight not to be missed

I fist them til they’re sick