Lately, whenever I get aroused, a young black bull with bloodshot eyes, all black pupils/ irises, tongue slack hanging out the side of his mouth dripping with long stringy drool, and his big bull dick like a pendulum slapping against the skin on his underside, circling around in the center of an empty arena, kicking up dust, looking to gore the shit out of somebody is the first image that comes to mind.
The second is the bull’s red blood pouring like a busted pipe out of the wound created by the matador’s pica, as the blood pools around his body; his windpipe and nostrils wheeze and gurgle as he slowly bleeds to death.
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