we are sitting down in your lovely home atop the cushions of the couch. you are growing more and more enticed by the way my flesh looks to your eyeballs. you reach over and place your hand on my leg, asking if I'd like to partake in frotting activity with you, and perhaps something more.
I agree and we take out our meat tubes, you a bit shyly, beginning to rub them together. a centipede slithers out from my urethra, slowly but surely. disturbed from its peaceful home it sinks into your dick with its venomous first set of legs. you scream and the other bugs are alerted by this, the bulldog raspy crickets start to rip out of my ballsack and spill onto your stomach, piling into your belly button and ripping the flesh open until they can get inside.
your shrieks of agony and terror grow louder and the titan beetle resting under my flesh becomes more antagonized. it rips from my stomach area and flops onto you, heading straight for your face and before you can do a thing it's already on your nose, pinching relentlessly, drawing blood. the crickets are spreading throughout your body and I am getting rather aroused, I take my man meat flesh sausage sock and stroke it with the centipede half in it, the rest of it nibbling your donger and turning it into a dissolved mess for easier eating.
the beetles and flies swarm out from the opening in my body as I continue to stroke away, coaxing the centipede out and letting it feed on your flesh. the bugs are covering you now, biting at you and the sound of legs is becoming louder. I throw my head back in utter ecstasy as my mouth and jaw rips and the pinchers come out, my tongue at least a foot long and wriggling madly. your quivering body is in utter suffering as scarabs come forth to burrow into your skin, flies laying their eggs in your body. you are bleeding out, and you will soon leave this world as I reach my peak, venom shooting from my dingdong and landing on your bug covered body.