I’m nothing but a fucking hole. That’s what he tells me every time he shoves my face into the mattress, and god, I love it when he reminds me how pathetic I am. Today was a masterpiece of degradation. He spent the last hour railing my tight little ass, stretching me out while calling me a worthless, cum-hungry slut.
The best part? The cleanup.
As soon as he pulled his thick cock out of my leaking rectum, he didn’t let me breathe. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back with a brutal jerk, and forced my mouth wide open. “Clean it up, you disgusting bitch,” he sneered. I didn’t hesitate. I dove back in, licking every drop of my own filth and his sweat off his shaft, sliding my tongue over the rim of his head to suck the lingering traces of my own ass-slime right back into my throat. I tasted the musk of my own bowels mixed with his musk, swallowing it all like the obedient pet I am.
He laughed at the sight of me, mocking how much I crave being treated like trash. He didn’t let me finish the job with a blowjob, though. He pulled out just as he hit his limit, gripping my chin tight. With a guttural groan, he blasted a thick, hot rope of cum straight across my chest, painting my tits in white streaks before finishing with a heavy, blinding shot right across my eyes and mouth. I just lay there, dripping and humiliated, exactly where a slut belongs.





