Hooked on abuse like the curve in your naughty cock

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I’m so hooked on abuse, like the curve of your cock that smacks my insides in the right place. I’ve always searched high and low for a man to throw me around but now it’s easier than it’s ever been. You all crave to tear me down emotionally and physically, telling me what a nasty whore I am while your brutally beating me. Humiliation through my soul all the way down to my gaping snatch, calling your fearless cock’s name.

I especially love a man with an ass fetish, who can treat me like a dog, the animal you control and smash while giving orders to me. On my stomach or with my nose to my knees you dig and stretch my bunghole out with no lube. You wanted to be deep in my ass, spitting, covering your throbbing cock with massive amounts of drooling flowing out of your sick mouth. Rock hard balls banging against me like bulldozers full of milky spooge. 

You enjoy this shit, making me beg to be bent over and humiliated, spent out and spun like a god damn crusty ass slut whore. Put some hose and heels on me to make the situation even more seductive, adding some height for my creamy cooter to catch that devil dick perfectly. Stretched out thick, as wide as you could, double stuffed, rough and raw.

Torture sex makes me go buck wild baby!

Spewing cum, blood and thick ooze. Red rose split in two as I’m torn shredded up. Spit filled shaft and a thorny cock, my insides weeping, dripping and splurging gigantic piles of nasty sauce.

With a nice good smack to my sweet cheeks  your cock continues to shovel out shit, locked and loaded, cocked and ready blast my ass out. So deep my cervix is surrounded and soiled. You milked  my anus so good sweatheart leaving me tingling and numb, jerking as I’m ready for the next round of anal pound town.

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