Nothing hurt remotely as much as the emptiness there. She ran a hand up her skirt to feel the familiar lines in the bulge of her navel. Real men. But three times a day for two months, with the sharpened end of a baseball bat, she had gradually carved a path through her body from pussy to stomach. He was never too tired to see her, though, and she was sure he would love today’s surprise. He worked in an alley, stopping cars from using it as a parking lot. People were so close-minded. “I don’t know, I’m sorry. There he was, immovable in his original spot. All fights he had won. Her birth canal was hungry; there was just not enough room in the hole of her hips. The fact that they were thicker than her legs was of no consequence; she wanted his entire body inside her so the consecutive cock heads were the place to start.
Her training stick had been much slimmer. People were so close-minded. A few of the scratches were from her nails during heated make-out sessions. “What happened to the pole.”
“Oh, the one that you…
