I gotta speak my truth.
I hate Remmick. Like I fucking hate him. I literally can’t stand him. Like I don’t understand how you guys want to fuck him. Like imagine you walk home and he stalks you. Stalks you??? EWWWW. Begging at your door, begging for warmth, asking if he can come in and show you a good time. Absolutely disgusting !!! And when he finally gets you? Pray. Pray, pray, pray. He’s spreading you open, ripping your underwear to shreds and slapping that fat cock on your pussy like he owns it. Like it’s a meal waiting to be feasted on. I know he’ll kiss it first, slobber all over it, make sure it’s crying and pulsing his name in Morse code and then he’s going to press the head of his swollen cock and say “open wide.” With a whistle and he’s just jamming that CAWK until you’re crying his name. ABSOLUTELY NOT! and he’ll fuck you through it, call you all sorts of pretty names and say your the best pussy he’s had in centuries. Jesus fuck— he’s not stopping, he’s going all the way. He’s gonna bury you into whatever surface you’re on— HELL! He’s so strong he’s gonna hold you while standing and let gravity take over. He’s just going to keep busting that pussy open until your brain turns into mush and that pussy convulses. Serving earth shattering dick game that your dna twists and erases itself— don’t even get me started on how raw everything is. Literally feels like a natural disaster ran threw and your the sole survivor— but not for long. I hate how fucking stupid he is— oh god he’ll make you stupid for him. Beat that pussy up over and over that you’ll feel him for years— and you’ll still feel him in your death bed! Y’all are brain dead— but that’s how you’ll feel when he fucks your mouth next, ramming himself down your throat and watching you cry and gag and he’ll say “there ya go— get it messy f’me. There’s my good girl” and he’s gifting you with cream. Tastes like vanilla and honey. I know it does. You’ll be eating dessert and your throat would suddenly feel hollow. Like, he’s Holding your head down so he can feel your throat go sour and then pulling back to watch your spit connect and then he’ll say “almost lost ya— let’s try again” and he won’t care about the protest cause he knows you can do better. How could you be his personal fuck toy? FUCKCKCKINGNGGG NASTYYYY
Y’all are nasty people. Get help. 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
