The Man I Know

by Daisy Jane

“I don’t need you to be breathing to fuck your holes, you little whore.”

“This is my cunt, and you’re my filthy fucking slut.”

I wish I would’ve been introduced earlier.

If it were possible to fuck a smell, I would. Instead, I’ll just fuck the source.

“Come, baby. Back that ass up and come on my cock like the filthy little whore you are. My dirty slut. All. Fucking. Mine.”