[ one day w will cut off that fucking tail and nail it to a goddamn wall. she'll make lappland stare at it while she kicks her to wheezing pieces, just like lappland holds her still and groaning for the excruciating drive of that awful plastic thing between her thighs. the jagged edge of it is whatever, a sharp but bendy burst of pain every time it catches her at just the right angle, but the seam where both halves of the hilt were pressed together has her seeing stars. every time her pussy clenches she can feel it, papercut-sharp and searing.
she'd still take it any day over that tongue that wriggles into every last nerve she has and makes her body leap and hop helplessly. her muscles are sore just from enduring it this long, her body heavy with ache like she's been in a head on collision. the only thing worse than that is when it's both, when she has to chew her lip to pieces to keep from crying out. all that work and it hurts worse, her pussy too sore and swollen to bear it all and still forced to balloon so abruptly wide she truly isn't sure whether or not she's burst.
it's almost a mercy when the knife twists. her vision goes red and white, her whole body jolting into the air, her cunt squeezing on — no tongue, she realizes with pain so acute it's incomparable to anything that came before it. her hips beg for what won't come in violent, stuttering thrusts, but it's all just a nice display of her abused, upthrust pussy gushing one great big spattering wave of — come? blood? maybe it's just the spit that foul bitch left in her, drooling into her box like that. ]
Ffffuck you.
[ her lips are numb and filthy with blood from every time she's popped her lip. it's tough work to spit it at lappland, but she does manage to drool it thick into her hair, across her pretty cheek. as well she deserves for trying to excise w's g-spot with a broken prop knife; it could really feel like she's accomplishing the task, the way w bleeds slick and probably real blood every time she stabs it at the right angle.
but some insults won't stand. pink spit bubbles at the corners of her lips as she snarls: ]
My pussy's... way better than some fffucking noodles.
[ it's still so hungry, even after this, her lips and clit blood-red with beyond-excruciating need. the dragging is good, she can ride it like a dying whore, furiously scratching an itch that's already bleeding in miserable pursuit of relief. ]
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she'd still take it any day over that tongue that wriggles into every last nerve she has and makes her body leap and hop helplessly. her muscles are sore just from enduring it this long, her body heavy with ache like she's been in a head on collision. the only thing worse than that is when it's both, when she has to chew her lip to pieces to keep from crying out. all that work and it hurts worse, her pussy too sore and swollen to bear it all and still forced to balloon so abruptly wide she truly isn't sure whether or not she's burst.
it's almost a mercy when the knife twists. her vision goes red and white, her whole body jolting into the air, her cunt squeezing on — no tongue, she realizes with pain so acute it's incomparable to anything that came before it. her hips beg for what won't come in violent, stuttering thrusts, but it's all just a nice display of her abused, upthrust pussy gushing one great big spattering wave of — come? blood? maybe it's just the spit that foul bitch left in her, drooling into her box like that. ]
Ffffuck you.
[ her lips are numb and filthy with blood from every time she's popped her lip. it's tough work to spit it at lappland, but she does manage to drool it thick into her hair, across her pretty cheek. as well she deserves for trying to excise w's g-spot with a broken prop knife; it could really feel like she's accomplishing the task, the way w bleeds slick and probably real blood every time she stabs it at the right angle.
but some insults won't stand. pink spit bubbles at the corners of her lips as she snarls: ]
My pussy's... way better than some fffucking noodles.
[ it's still so hungry, even after this, her lips and clit blood-red with beyond-excruciating need. the dragging is good, she can ride it like a dying whore, furiously scratching an itch that's already bleeding in miserable pursuit of relief. ]