No, For An Answer

by C.J. Riggs

His personality, however, gives off ‘Where’s the clit?’ Or ‘Is it in yet?’

“If by eager you mean to bury myself so deep inside you that you scream. Then yes, Ashley, I’m very eager.”

Why am I unable to dislocate my jaw like a snake and take all of him? Life just isn’t fair sometimes.

What in the ever-living fuck am I doing? I’ll tell you what I’m doing, I’m in a fucking mini dress, walking the streets late at night, to a frat party like my pussy isn’t about to drop off with frostbite.

someone who cuts women’s hearts out. Yet, all I feel is calm. Having sex with a serial killer, wasn’t exactly how I saw the night ending, but what can you do?

This man couldn’t be happier about the aspect of a nineteen-year-old girl deepthroating his mummified penis.

“That’s my sick and twisted whore. Make me good and wet so I can fuck that tight little asshole of yours.” Thrusting

“Don’t just stand there, big boy… Eat the cum out of my ass. I don’t have time to waste,”