His ruthless manly finally did what all men do and vomited on me. No one had ever taken me in this pose until tonight. They thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t, I could hear what they were talking about behind the door. “Who was he?” I asked with a wheezing moan. “That maniac used his cock like a butcher’s meat mallet to beat your pussy into softness…” said, as face lit up with lust in the moonlight. I could sing sweet lullabies to him in my soft voice, or dirty words, if that’s what he wanted. I itched to see myself through his eyes as he gazed at my small, perky tits, my hard nipples, my soft shoulders, my slender arms, my flat stomach, my femininity completely shaved and cleaned except for the width of a thumb, my nicely curved thighs and calves. It was not difficult for me to do this. Dad’s right, I’m too flexible. He dove into my hot donuts, which looked like the lips of someone who had turned into a freak after a faulty silicone filling operation, with great glee.
