There are times when I like to go out searching for some slum pussy. I know it’s disgusting for most people, but for me it’s so hot. Dirty, filthy cracked up bitches just will do anything to make money to get their next rock. It can be damned incredible. The thing I don’t like about it though is they constantly talk. I do not know if that’s like some sort of fucked up side effect of the snow pebble, or if they just like to hear themselves speak. Some of the shit they say is pretty fucking funny, it makes no sense what so ever.
I have a favorite pipe princess who has a very sweet pussy. I fuck guys too, but not often, I love pussy. She always smiles when she sees me walk into her crack house. I go there just to find her. She is always there, in a corner just fucked up out of her mind, but she recognizes me right away.
There are a shit load of pathetic bitches in this place. Drug use to me is a weakness. I have no respect for hard core drug users, but if they want to get so fucked up to the point where they lose their teeth, then that’s on them. I don’t really care. To me they are just bugs that can be eradicated at any moment. Worthless burdens on the whole fucking world. However, my little Crack Fuck has something about her that just gets under my skin and I need to abuse her pussy for my pleasure. She pretends to like everything I do to her, but I know she doesn’t, which is why I enjoy it so much. I think the bitch actually loves me. I take her home for a night of torture and pussy pounding and she gets paid, which makes her slum cunt the perfect play toy.
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