I THOUGHT OF NOTHING BUT THE WORD THAT FEED ME, THAT KEPT ME GOING, MY NEED TO FUCK WAS MY NEED OS PLEASURE, EVERY MINUTE MY LEGS WHERE OPEN, WAS THE MINUTE THE DOLLAR WAS MADE,
BUT TO MY SELF I LIKED IT, THE HARDNESS OF A MANS DICK INDIE OF ME, THE WANT OF IT, THE FORCE THAT HURT ME SO GOOD, THAT I DIDN’T MIND MY PUSSYS ACHE,
THE REDNESS CAME FROM PURE DESIRE, HE THOUGHT HE WAS USING ME, BUT I WAS ON BACK SIDE BECAUSE OF THE NEED OF IT,
MY MIRRORS GAZE TOLD ONLY ONE STORY, A WHORE THAT LIKED IT, THAT SAUGHT IT OUT, THAT PLEADED FOR A CAR TO STOP, FOR ONE LOOK AN IT WAS TO START AGAIN,
WHEN THE PAIN WASN’T THEIR I FROZE LIKE A CHILL THAT ONLY WENT AWAY, WITH ANOTHER JOHN, THAT GAVE ME WHAT I ASKED FOR, BEGGED FOR IN MY MIND, I WHISPER MAKE IT HURT BABY, MAKE ME SCREAM, MAKE ME FEEL THE BURNING SENSATION OF SKIN ON SKIN INSIDE,
MY GRAVE PLEASURE, DESIRE WAS TO GET IT ALL OF IT WHILE I COULD, IN A NIGHT, I STOP COUNTING HEADS, FOR THAT WAS USELESS, WITH EACH STROKE I LOST A MY SOUL, IT SEEMED TO HAVE VANISHED PIECE BY PIECE, WITH EACH ACT I PERFORMED, WHICH I DID NOT COMPLAIN,
I DID NOT BLUSH THE SHY SCHOOL GIRL BLUSH, BUT WITH ONE THAT WAS ACTRESS MAIN ROLE OF A LIFE TIME,
I WAS A CREATURE OF HABIT, ONE THAT SMILE WITH INNOCENT AS I HEARD PEOPLE TALK ABOUT IT AS THOUGH IT WAS SOMETHING TO PRETEND NOT TO LIKE, BY DAY AS I WALKED AROUND LOOKING SEEKING OUT MY NEXT PLEASURE,
YES THIS WAS I WHORES WHIPSER, A WHORES SECRET, AND YES FUCKING WAS NOT THE NORM FOR ME, IT WAS AWAY TO GET WHAT I WANTED, AND YES I LOVED DESIRE, BUT I ALSO LIKE THE WHIPPING OF IT, THE REDNESS I SAW WHEN I LOOKED AT MY PUSSY IN THE MIRROR, AS I SHAVED, SO THAT WHEN THEY LICKED IT MY LIPS COULD FEEL THE POUR OF LIPS, THAT DESIRED IT, AS I BROUGHT MY SELF TO MOAN, REAL MOAN,
THIS WHORE, LIKED FUCKING, LIKED TO BE SPANKED, THEIR WAS NO LIMITED TO MY NEED, MY WANT , AND MY DESIRE, A COCK WAS MY HEAVEN, MY DREAM, AND SHAME DID NOT CROSS THIS FACE, I WAS A PLEASED WHORE,
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Reviewed by shepard lemoine
7/13/2007
I really enjoy it,to me I think that's how all women should feel when they make love to eather a man or woman wantting that desire so bad that she feel like a whore and wantting to give herself not for money but for desire
Pecked to Death offers a refreshing perspective on managing the chaos of everyday life, encouraging you to take control and prioritize what truly matters.
