Low gurgles from the monstrous lips rumbled across the city's remains. The sloshing sounds alone shook office buildings miraculously standing in musky vagina prints. Out the drenched windows, one could see puffy, pink petals spreading out to the realm within the goth. That is, if they could see anything at all, and weren't jammed in one gaping hole or another, walls of their flimsy structures crumbling helplessly against the soft yet irony grip of her own inner walls.
The pussy continued to bellow in hunger, the livelihoods it consumed still not enough for it. Joining it, a sigh of exasperation. "I swear, if I hear ONE more 'Zoning Ordinance' pun..."
This was derived from a discussion where I gave examples of "what counts do you want to see besides death tolls", and many people said "all of the above".
Music playing now: Rance IV: Io (soundtrack version)
