❛ YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING you plastic ziplock cum sludge -- you can’t just wipe me on some bathroom stall wall like a jerk-off stain , you pungent little ass-wiping mother -- ❜
breath is stolen by the collision of hateful lips , of tongue being thrust into her mouth roughly to tangle &&. jostle her words around as if trying to rearrange her throat . she fights back if not just as spiteful , grabbing a horn of the imp’s to keep him pinned in this battle of belittlement . hips thrust forward to catch him off his feet &&. force him to sit on beside , knees pulling in to straddle instinctively .
sat upon lap , the succubitch pours her hot breath into their passionate makeout , only reeling back to bite down on lower lip -- hard enough to draw blood .
❛ don’t fucking test me , i’ll castrate you with my iron grip pussy . ❜