I think I’d be a good cult leader. It feels like a calling I’ve ignored, an opportunity missed.
I need a weed farm and a bunch of girls to tend it. The good girls can sleep on the floor around my bed, the bad girls can sleep on bunk-beds with mattresses filled with gravel, and the unrepentant pig whores can sleep in the barn where they belong.… Read the rest “”
Girls’ Love Stories Vol 1 148
Let’s be honest with each other, Trina: you’re a cuckquean. Admit it… your cheek isn’t the only part of you that’s wet right now. You’re just dying to give yourself a couple fingers worth of solace as you watch them get down to business.… Read the rest “”
Right now, precious… I need you to shut the fuck up! Your brave little resistance routine was cute, but now I’ve got the knife out, and the time for cute is done.
Let’s face it… you’re going to be reliving this moment for years to come.… Read the rest “”
I know treating her like this is awful and beyond the pale.
But in fairness, you haven’t had to sit through dinner with her parents.
Great to see some real-life misogyny. Quiet, can’t you see we’re watching the game?
Someone needs to take that poor dog for a walk or something. With his sensitive nose, the smell of ball sweat and drool in that room must be killing him.
Don’t be glum, darling. Let’s face it: you were worthless as a person. You were stupid, boring, and shallow… a meaningless life, really. No one cared if you lived or died, including you.
But now you’re a thing on a leash, and every indignity you suffer is a point of pride for the man who owns you.… Read the rest “”
Sgt. Williams sat in the darkened evidence room, the only light coming from a recording playing on one of the precinct’s aging video monitors. He moved his hand over his cock in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of the on-screen perp, watching the victim struggle in terror.… Read the rest “The Vic”
In the right situation, that’s actually one of my favorite sounds.
Don’t judge her too harshly; she learned to suck cock well enough, but no one ever taught her how to grieve.
The icing on the cake of this scene is the UTI she’s gonna develop from sitting on that toilet.
