Make it hurt so good

phone chat numbers chelseaIt’s Friday night. Time to prowl and seek out the drugs and pain I desire. Together they complete me. I feel the fire of the blows from your fist and the sting of the drugs in my veins. It makes my pussy wet. I seek the underworld, the evil, who can bring me the release I need. Ordinary men bore me. Sobriety bores me. I need the combination of pain and numbness that other women cannot comprehend. I need to feel the pain, experience the fear, taste the blood from my broken lips. Only then can I reach sweet orgasm. Use your cock as a weapon, master, and make me your sexual slave forever. All I need in return is a few lines or a shot of golden bliss.

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