I don't want to!
Again? For the thousandth, millionth time?! I'm being shoved into a tight, narrow, slippery hole over and over! I don't want to. How much longer can this go on? What a curse to have grown on this jerk! As soon as he hit puberty, he started shoving me wherever he could. At first, I was thrilled. Of course! Something new, unexplored! The noble mission of a pioneer: to introduce a clueless girl to the taste of adult life or, conversely, to gift an experienced woman with the wildness of youthful energy. But then it all got old and boring. Every time it's the same thing: another vagina, where I'm crammed with manic persistence, and where I have to
pound away like a miner until I produce another orgasm "for the mountain." What's it all for? Well, I can still understand for procreation. Demographics, children are the flowers of life, and all that "mushy-gushy" stuff. And even then: those "eggheads" have come up with all sorts of nonsense—artificial insemination, cloning, conception in a test tube... What more do you need? Man, just relax! But no, they still climb on top of each other for pleasure! And what's so pleasurable about it? A couple of seconds convulsing in orgasm and you're free. If only it were just for pleasure. But they invent all sorts of perversions: sadomasochism, group sex... Ugh, "dasty-fantasy," Lord forgive...And now I'm inside yet another partner. And it hasn't even been a day since the last coupling. What day?! They ran off at eight in the morning, the bastards! His insatiable mare has completely worn me out: I came five times, like a condemned man. I thought I was done for, but no, she finally calmed down, the nymphomaniac. And now it's all over again! And it's not even properly dark yet. But, apparently, these creatures don't care: day or night, light or dark. They don't think about me at all—no sleep, no rest. I won't last long like this!
Lord, how tight it is here! And damp! Now I have to squirm in this slop until my slacker deigns to finish. At least it's not a virgin this time. Otherwise, breaking through the barrier, you curse everything under the sun, and then you're sloshing in blood up to your balls like some half-baked vampire! Br-r-r!
Finally, he pulled me out! At least a little gasp of air! But he hasn't finished yet, the jerk! Now he's going back on his chick, and it's all the same again, who knows for how long. Judging by how his hormones are boiling in his blood, he won't finish until the end of the world! Oh, holy impotence! I'll never live to see you!
Hey, what's this?! Oh, no! He's pushing me into her ass! Ouch, that hurts! Where are you shoving, you idiot! It won't go in. There's no lube at all, get some cream or at least spit there, you moron! Ouch!... Ouch-ouch-ouch!!! And this fool even clenched up. Relax your sphincter, you damned goat, or you'll crush my head or tear my frenulum!!! Don't scream like that. Endure it, since you agreed to anal.
Oof! Finally slipped inside. Ugh, how disgusting! It's even tighter and nastier here. The only hope is that my jerk finishes quickly. Come on—come on! How much longer do I have to suffer?
O-o-o-h-h-h!!! Finally, it's over, he finished. A sexual giant, damn it. I can't believe it! Pull me out faster! How long can I stay stuck here?
Phew, he finally pulled me out. How great it is to be free! And what does he find so good about these holes? He doesn't go in there himself, always shoving me in. I wish someone would shove him in once, up to "don't mess around." And then listen to his "rave reviews." If only he'd do something besides random sexual encounters, because all you hear is talk about women. He doesn't read books, doesn't go to museums, and only watches porn from movies. I could, for example, pose for artists or sculptors, so to speak, contribute to world art, but instead, every day, and not just once, I'm forced to go into all sorts of indecent places. Why me?
Hey, what's going on?! Where are you shoving me again? Calm down!!! I DON'T WANT TO!!!
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