Weekend at Ashley's.

She just looked up at the ceiling like a retarded puppy.

Shallow breathing filling the small bedroom followed by soft moans as the "juice" did it's job.

Sometimes she would point at something in the corner of the room but most of the time she was still.

Screaming and laughing.

Begging for my dick and another hit resulted in a beatings.

She would just crawl over to the side of the bed and smile at me and lick her bleeding lips.

Every other weekend she would fuck up and I'd have to cancel my plans to watch after her.


Needle necked bitch.

If I didn't love her I would just open all the windows and give her a pick of Which one to fly out of.