Ten p.m. She held me over and sat me in one place for two hours and told me not to move with my mouth cocked open for Her stuff and She and it were soft and very, very big .
She understands the need for dirt to begin i lick floor and put items in my mouth the unclean ashtrays, as much doorknob banging my teeth to, and She says hurry up Her specialty boots aren't new they've been around and over and sliding through nature and what nature leaves as it deposits itself Her vocabulary is one of the loo and we usually end there, my tongue so dry from the bootsole, lips bruised by the cock of a heel refreshment by the rogue leash rug-burning to the toilet bowl and Her soup and Her solids Her derisive words and spit .
She's married and has cucked him Her lovers She spurns but carries their wet seed to my bowl, to my drinking bowl their spent lust, their slosh She empties squeeze by squeeze at me to my great, adoring thirst .
college is all about learning how to deal with discomfort on your elbows and knees what words are truly humble enough how to mouth and hold Her juices .
She's seen innumerable men today, and led them down and humbles me to be among the self-admitted ones on knees She's walked many rooms i lick their dirt to be near Her Power She demands some porcelain time from me to be boxed beneath Her waiting for the slide of Her best conversation. .
i was so thirsty so much and i followed Her and She called me a 'fuck' and She said open your mouth drinking i got so stiff and i had to leave Her piss on my face and shirt .