每日亲吻洛丽塔

With each kiss you lose more.
You love them because you're weak. You love them because you have nothing left. What started as a kiss on the lips became a kiss with your bodies. Honey for your agonizing solitude, semen for their suffocating suffering. Let sex unite you and their wombs be your salvation. Are you happy to be alive? May your pain soon be relieved.