I’m Yours…right?

She’d never do anal being the good girl she is, but I’m sure I could talk her into letting me play with her ass. I’d tell her how happy she’d make me if I could tease her cute butthole with the tip of my finger. In for a penny, in for a pound. It’d take days to rewire her slutty brain and soon I’d have my finger down to the knuckle in her. I’d feel her clench on me before I quietly bring up her favourite pen. Again, days before she’d break. Days before her asshole would stretch around a glass bottle. Another golden star. What a good girl she is. What a depraved whore she’s becoming.

After a glass bottle, anything could enter her asshole. Long forgotten would be her promise of no anal. Instead, she’d be groaning on our bed, my cock slowly tearing up her ass. All I’d ever want for her is to become my dumb anal fucktoy. All she’d ever be is the little bitch that I’d ruin and mold to my liking. It’d be her fault for being weak and malleable. When my cock’s brutally fucking her clenched asshole, my fingers stuffed down her throat, she could blame no one else but herself for giving into my words. My praise.