My taste in women

I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me. You know, when I left the house today I was thinking “Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some fucking hallway.” And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I’m talkin’ full on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage. And I want it to scare the shit outta me. I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me your little “peepee pisspiss boy.” I want you to fuck me up. I mean I want you to make me your bitch. Your little peepee-piss-myself-bitch. I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like… wierdly embarrassing. Unsanitary, too. We should be entirely different people by the end of the first eight hours. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here? I mean, I’m a real freak. I’m not normal. Ma’am… Please… You have to crush me.

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