I f****** hate it when whores put a hand round my girthy c*** as I’m trying to slam it into them balls deep to prevent you doing so. Or they only flash their t*** instead of getting their tops off so I can s***, maul and rub my d*** all over them. I can accept them not washing their stinking filthy asses and cunts because it’s only morning and they’ve been up all night being used over and over and over by drunk obnoxious men until their pussies are red raw. I can accept them not applying make up and smiling as they bend over. But just let me ram it as far down your throat or as far into your c*** as I want. I’m the customer here. You’re the merchandise.
