Yeah, I know I’m a brutal bitch who gets off on some crazy ass shit, but I’m also a horny teen and, once in a blue moon, I desire a more delicate type of fuckfest with a fairly normal freak. My lifestyle is hectic, high energy and super stressful so sometimes I toss the torture and blood stained bodies and go for a goreless round of good old fashioned fucking.
Luckily, when you look like me, there is no shortage of shit sniffing shafts-with-legs out there champing at the bit for a chance to get into my pants. The hardest part is picking a guy that I won’t just end up killing when we’re done, anyway. Most “men” aren’t worth the breath in their lungs so I have to be choosy if I’m going to have a good time and not worry about having to hide a body before morning.
The guy who runs the tattoo salon is alright, we’ve hooked up a couple of times now. He doesn’t talk much, which is fucking great, and his cock is the absolute perfect size for my tiny little pussy. He stretches me out nice and slowly, taps my cervix with his dick tip without bruising it, that type of shit. Perfect.
I like to take it easy sometimes. Everyone needs a little bit of tenderness in their lives, no matter how dark and depraved their existence might be. Plus, cum is way easier to clean up than blood.