Do you know what I’m doing right now? I’m sitting in my bedroom with a huge dildo, the biggest I could buy. And you know what? It isn’t big enough. They don’t make them up to your size at my favorite store, so I guess they aren’t my favorite any longer.
This letter is to tell you I hate you. I hate you and your big fuckstick. Why don’t you take it and jam it up your own ass… fuck it would probably reach, wouldn’t it?
Oh God, what am I saying? Don’t listen to me! Fuck me with that cock, ME!
I want it,
I need it,
I need it so bad I can taste your cum just thinking about it.
Let me suck it till it’s hard, and then fuck me with it? Please.
God damn you, you donkey-dicked bastard, I’m permanently stretched. When I rode the Hell out of that nine-inch kid I didn’t feel a thing.
Fuck you! I don’t need you! I can get by on my own. I can have any man I want. Do you think tits like this grow on trees?
Oh, why aren’t you fucking me right now? Why does nothing I do seem to matter?
My mind just keeps drifting back to that night… the feel of your thick meat piercing my body, my soul, splitting me so good like no one else can.
Come back to me… cum in me.
FUCK YOU!
I want to.
If you don’t give me a proper fuck soon, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Or who.
-Talon Divine
P.S. I hate you.
P.P.S I love your cock.
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