Do you seriously want to watch another man use my cunt, bree..
🕑 Added 2023-09-15 16:27:51 +0000 UTC
Do you seriously want to watch another man use my cunt, breed me as if he owns me, and give me back to you stretched, pumped full of his cum, and possibly knocked up? I mean, how much of a boy-pussy do you really have to want to do that? Okay, settle down. I'm not asking you. I'm just telling you things I say to make my cuck cum on command. Vince: Sorry I said those things to you. I didn't mean them. Me: Not concerned. Vince: I know you went out with Chris tonight Me: So? Vince: Was that to get back at me? Me: No Vince: Did you guys have fun tonight? Me: Yes. Vince: What are you doing right now? Can I come over? Me: Not a good idea. I'm on the toilet right now, farting out his cum. Vince: Hahaha Vince: Are you serious? Vince: Please answer me Vince: I'm calling you What was all that about, you ask? It's a word-for-word text message thread from an old boyfriend. I'd say 5, maybe 6 years ago, I was dating a guy named Vince. He got super upset about how I dressed when he wasn't around. When I refused to change my wardrobe habits, he called me a "whore" in 30 different ways and said he never wanted to see me again. I was okay with that. So I called his friend Chris and went out with him and a bunch of other people that very evening. At the night's end, Chris fucked me and dumped a load in my ass in his car. Word got back to Vince, we went out, and the above conversation happened. I did answer his call. I did admit to having my colon stretched and lubed by Chris. I told him that's what "ho's" do. I never heard from him again. Chris disappeared for about 6 months before I heard from him again. He felt bad he fucked his friend's girl...as if I was the property of Vince at the time. I wasn't interested in him the second he said that, so we never spoke again. Once again, have no idea why I thought I would share that with you. It just popped up in my mind. I enjoyed that revenge ass-pie. Now, for some unexplained reason, I want to do it again. The problem is I'm just not mad at anyone. I suppose I could pretend.
