“Do that again, and I’ll knee you in the nuts, grab my .45, and shoot your fucking hand clean off.” Bishop smirks, his tongue running over his bottom lip. “You do that…” His eyes dance in mischief—black magic kind of mischief. “…and I’ll wash your hair with my blood while you choke on my dick.” “More like I’ll bite it off,” I mutter, challenging the devil himself. “Naw, baby. You and I both know you love it too much"
— Aug 22, 2026 06:50AM
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