Resist the urge to use your hands. Let your Man fuck that hole like it’s a sex toy he owns and reserves the right to jerk off with any time he wants. He doesn’t even need to see your face, just your throat and your tits if maybe he wants something to grab onto while he thrusts deep down into your throat
So prim and proper, day after day after day until you can’t stifle the greedy gutter slut inside you a minute longer. Then you come crawling to me, begging to be hatefucked for being such a filthy, worthless whore.
When I say you’re permitted to talk to me, this is what that means, cunt.
Thanks for sharing your priceless commentary about the merits of feminism in the workplace, cunt. Be assured I’ll give your thoughts all the careful consideration they deserve. Meanwhile, here’s my initial rebuttal.
I brought you some pearls, cunt. They’re plastic, just like you.
You’re my bitch till you bore me, cunt. Be sure you don’t bore me.
No talking, bitch. Ever.
Your face is nothing but another cunt for me to use. Show me how much you love that, whore.