Sometimes I forget she’s even a person.
That’s because we’re not people. We’re objects, holes, sheaths for your hard and welcome cocks. We’re here to be used, to be identified only by our holes and to passively endure as you tear into us, destroying both our holes and our spirits.
We are a receptacle for your delicious, thick cum, your steaming piss, your spit, your sweat—anything you deign to give us. We are only as good as the richness you fill us with.
Please, do forget. We’re a set of holes to be fucked, and should be thought of as such.
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