We make a connection
at the bar. You’re wondering if all the rumors you heard about goth girls are true. You say all the typical things men say to me. You ask me why I am alone on Valentine’s Day. I am beginning to get fucking bored, so I walk away and hit the dance floor. You’re mesmerized as you watch me. I sit back down and you bring me some lame ass white wine. I laugh at you and tell you I have a much more refined palette when it comes to booze. It is around 2 am and I have better places to go to.
You begin to tell me your fetish. Now you have my full attention! You ask me what goth boys are like in bed, and I tell you they’re insipid boring little creatures. It looks like we both have the same proclivity towards big, thick, beautiful black cocks.
We make plans for later. You understand that you’ll be the subbie in this tryst. We go to a very scary, but totally cool end of the city. I book a very sleazy hotel for us. I have you strip and restrain you to the bed. Such a nasty looking room and I fucking love it! I begin to text some of my hot as fuck black male friends. That wee little thing between your legs is getting rock hard. Dude, even my clit is bigger than that mess in between your legs.
The men begin arriving. I sit in the big chair and begin to finger my hot, dripping pussy as I watch them take you over and over again. This is going to be a very long night for you, so I pass around the party favors. This is one Valentine’s Day I will remember!
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Written By: Poison Ivy
Getting thirsty, aren’t you? You are the perfect toilet slave for me. Anything that comes out of my body is delicious, and you crave it. You might want to fuck me bitch, but we both know that will never happen. At first, you settled for my body fluids, but now you crave them.
