"I don't really kiss" he said.
I don't care about your pleasure was the implied thing.
I don't care about your cunt and I don't care
If you don't care for my body then who will?
If you don't sustain me, I'll go hungry.
Ravenous and wild eyed, chasing a fuck that never comes or a come that never happens.
Dark spirited and sour. Full of resentment as I pleasure myself, fill myself up as full as I can. Make myself hurt.
If you wont feed me, I go hungry. You don't care. I starve and whither, If you don't feed me.
I'm so hungry.
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