Blood of my enemies

The best part of waking up, Is the blood of an enemies in your cup

 

*The metalic taste, warm and thick, coating her lips gave her body a euphoric convulsion, the liquid coating her tongue, the tip slipping against her lips then closing her eyes in a sinful, yet calming moan. fingers gripped her cup tighter, as a lover would to their beholden, not wanting them to leave. letting out a long hard breath, letting the remnants against her tongue fill her pleasure sensors as she drew the cup back against her lips*

 

 

Done