Running as shithouse rat Macbeth lures into touch and trap

Whip me as a steed should be, my lady fair.

But pray, leave aside the gag

the time I taste the roses of your lips and your lap.

It's my king, come on.

Yes, I shall be thy pleasures.

It tastes sweet, tastes sweet.

I need more, more.

Oh

Give me your juice, give me the juice from your mouth.

Over me, over me.

Flow your juices.

Pull my shaft.

Flow your juices.

Pull my shaft.

Yes.

Slow for me.

God, this hurts.

Fill your juice.

Fill the juice from your gut.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Good job.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on.

I'm gonna kill Juice.

I'm gonna kill Juice for my show.

I'm gonna kill Juice for my show.

Yes.

Oh yes.

Oh yeah.

Take it, take it, it's yours.

It is yours.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

Grab your lips, grab your lips.

Yes.

Yes.

Yeah.

Yeah, don't stop.

Yes, yes.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Yes.

Oh my God.

Yeah, oh my God.

Yes, yes, come on.

I am...

Oh yeah, here I come.

My queen, my queen, we must make haste.

The king is dead.

Long live the king.

Oh my god, no.

Oh, please.

Wake up, my king.

Please.

No!

My lady, what is?

He's dead.

I heard such terrible screams.

Oh, no.

He's dead.

My lady, this cannot be.

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