“I suppose I could try to warn him that the pussy he is about to bury into is a sharp glass trap into Hell, but who would listen to a typewriter anyways. I’m not even a word processor.”

“The girl on top of you, about to eat your cock with her pussy, made a deal with the Devil that she would be the greatest writer in the universe if she sacrificed men’s souls. Nah, he wouldn’t believe me. Soon it will be over. The moans, followed by the empty silence, and my ink will again run red with her stories.”

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

Copyright © Vanessa26 -2014-2020 All of my stories are written entirely by me. Please do not use without permission.
All violators shall be tossed into a vat of piranhas

To link to this sex story from your site – please use the following code:

<a href=”https://www.lushstories.com/stories/microfiction/-typewriter-of-the-damned-.aspx”> Typewriter Of The Damned </a>

Source link


Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here