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Whore

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She picked love from the chilly backstreets of the dead  alleys. where men picked orgasms by shape color and glitter.

Under her short leather skirt was nakedness, where the harsh night-winds would sometimes whistle in between her cracks.

Where men father’s even would pull their capes to their faces as the tinted window lowered, stick one hand out and inside the thighs of love seekers rushing towards this window of opportunity, his rusty Mazda slowly steers off of the road.

This is how love picked her by plunging it’s dirty hands up her thighs as he watched her face for a reaction as the nightlamps projected her need for some good orgasming.

Like the illegal marchendise she was, the transaction was camouflaged in small talk the deal closed by an “ingia twende” in one minute the price was agreed and in the next she was receiving tutorials on how to lock the rusty door of the car she was in.

This was not her first time she has loved many. has been loved by many in one night.

In good night’s she has been loved by a number at the same time, but all this times nobody has really got her squirting,thighs shaking in rhythmic orgasms, she has not felt the passion she feels she deserves and she’s getting tired of trying.

As his love pulls the hand break, his fat face now all over her chest as he leans to open her door she is creeped out.

She leads the way as her fat lover lags behind catching a breath from the stairs, she opens the door to  a loadging room with a small bed and poor matresses sits on the bed door open as he waits his lover to come dig her cracks.

His lover is now getting naked chewing wraps holding the tip placing and sliding he’s now protected he turns and she’s there seated not moving he chuckles “are you sleeping on the job” she doesn’t move he now is enraged grabs her to the head board of the bed, tears through the zipper to her braless chest forcing his big abdomen in the insides of her thin thighs grids up and down as he gently bites around the nipples, she’s not moved…

She stares not happy not sad she just stares at how her hausband does not know how to do it right, at how this is the reality of women in marriage.

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