Cum-Soaked Limp Mausoleum, Cape Town – 28

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shriveled worm lying flat and defeated on his sack like roadkill, foreskin collapsed in fetal shame while her gaped shit-chute serves as the dripping mausoleum of his defeat — slack sleeve several inches across, rim puckered and everted, farting out gelatinous ropes of stranger loads with wet sputtering queefs; thick white strands cling to the ruined rim before stretching downward in translucent webs that snap and fall in plops, sliding down her crack to soak his useless soft flesh in cooling layers, sealing his limp body inside the sticky crypt where no resurrection is possible