Dwyme

Please God, I want to impregnate Hu Tao, so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips.

That beautiful, radiant white angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins. Hu Tao, is beyond divine. I can't help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure. I yearn for her in

way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in Philippines history just to lick

the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her,

I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal

union. I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich coconut milk from her teat as she gently strokes my raging erection,

I would stir her velvety Samoan cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of

our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave

out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just

to be near her for a brief moment.

She's so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously