>>12014371As I sat opposite her at the quaint little roadside cafe, looking deep into her eyes, I vowed that this day should not pass before I fisted her ass.
Yes. A plan began to brew in my mind of just how the night would go.
Surely, I'd shove my entire arm up her asshole; not stopping until my knuckles loosened her teeth. I imagined what it would be like to grab hold of her tongue, and pull it backwards through her body; until, at long last, her tongue was protruding from her wrinkly brown sphincter.
Then, gently; nay, romantically; I'd cup her face in my hands and slowly lean in close enough to hear her incomprehensible pleas for mercy over every ragged, panting breath she took.
Pulling her twisted, contorted, tear-stained face nose to nose with my own, I'd give her one simple, easy-to-follow command:
"Taste shit, bitch. Taste shit." And, despite her own stubborn, rebellious desire to disobey the patriarchy of Big White Cock, it's inevitable that she will do exactly as she's told.
The first drops of drool begin to drip off her tongue as the light fades from her eyes and I can't help but think to myself that I'm all alone again and I'm falling back in love again. Loving life; I'm in love again.
