COWS

by Matthew Stokoe

He'd been outside to see for himself, of course, out into the city and walked around. But it was too frightening to stay out for long.

honestly, same

The unloving mother bitch cunt stood hulked over a two burner stove, stirring a pan of rancid pork.

The kitchen stank of gas and oil and the caked, dead fish decay that came out between her legs.

😭😭

Steven went straight to the bathroom, he needed a shit. He could feel it heavy in his guts,

me too steven. i really like that we got a very detailed shit session in here💀

He locked the door, squatted, flipped his dick inside the toilet seat, leant forward and strained.

He used a lot of newspaper wiping himself.