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Kraken
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I had no idea words could break my heart.
I had no idea it was possible to feel that ripping sensation splitting your heart into tiny little pieces of bloody organ globules.
I had no idea there was a pain worse than watching two women fight and struggle over who gets the first taste of the reward that spurts out, leaving me to wonder, Ugh. Sweet.
But it turned out there was a worst pain - one of a woman leaving you, abandoning you, shooting the middle finger to you in her review mirror like you were just a bodycount that meant nothing.
"Thanks for the dick, Mr. Dick. And for the memories on my phone. The whore can finish you off."
My eyes swelled as her words played on repeat, and I pushed harder, the ripping of my biceps and abs a pleasant torture from the pain jackhammering my heart into a puddle of heart-juices.
I was jacked - that much I knew for show. An itch on my anus from the dripping sweat from my spine, irritating dank testicles from the labor of my thrust, and I didn't have a clue what state my awesome, thick beard was in after my fingers combed through it for the last several minutes.
But none of that mattered - as her friend turned around and my dick slipped out, she kneels and begins sucking on the carriage of my shaft. I reached down and pulled it from her mouth. Her mouth then opened as if saying, Don't abandon me! I began slapping the Destroyer against those very lips of aching satisfaction. She loved it. Pop-pop-pop-pop. Popping it against her lips as she massaged her vagina faster. Pop-pop-pop-pop.
Climax began. Her face slammed into my stomach, and her free hand clawed into my chest, then ripped down it as she squirted on my polished wooden floor.
How dare you! I just waxed that shit. I was pissed off.
"That's it," I said as I withdrew her delight. "You're outta here!" I pointed to the door, for that was her disembarkment point. She pouted with droopy-pressed lips and a scowl at me as she donned her whoreskins back on.
Moments later, she left.
Ugh.
I had no idea it was possible to feel that ripping sensation splitting your heart into tiny little pieces of bloody organ globules.
I had no idea there was a pain worse than watching two women fight and struggle over who gets the first taste of the reward that spurts out, leaving me to wonder, Ugh. Sweet.
But it turned out there was a worst pain - one of a woman leaving you, abandoning you, shooting the middle finger to you in her review mirror like you were just a bodycount that meant nothing.
"Thanks for the dick, Mr. Dick. And for the memories on my phone. The whore can finish you off."
My eyes swelled as her words played on repeat, and I pushed harder, the ripping of my biceps and abs a pleasant torture from the pain jackhammering my heart into a puddle of heart-juices.
I was jacked - that much I knew for show. An itch on my anus from the dripping sweat from my spine, irritating dank testicles from the labor of my thrust, and I didn't have a clue what state my awesome, thick beard was in after my fingers combed through it for the last several minutes.
But none of that mattered - as her friend turned around and my dick slipped out, she kneels and begins sucking on the carriage of my shaft. I reached down and pulled it from her mouth. Her mouth then opened as if saying, Don't abandon me! I began slapping the Destroyer against those very lips of aching satisfaction. She loved it. Pop-pop-pop-pop. Popping it against her lips as she massaged her vagina faster. Pop-pop-pop-pop.
Climax began. Her face slammed into my stomach, and her free hand clawed into my chest, then ripped down it as she squirted on my polished wooden floor.
How dare you! I just waxed that shit. I was pissed off.
"That's it," I said as I withdrew her delight. "You're outta here!" I pointed to the door, for that was her disembarkment point. She pouted with droopy-pressed lips and a scowl at me as she donned her whoreskins back on.
Moments later, she left.
Ugh.
wtf
