04b Every chance I get, I hawk a massive, gooey loogie right into his pathetic eyes, my slaps making his spit-soaked face spray droplets across the room like a filthy fountain
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Title:
04b Every chance I get, I hawk a massive, gooey loogie right into his pathetic eyes, my slaps making his spit-soaked face spray droplets across the room like a filthy fountain
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I’m lounging, slathering on my makeup, bored to de--h in this dull moment, so i bark for my pathetic little boyfriend to crawl to me. like the spineless mutt he is, he scurries over in a flash, groveling on his knees before his supreme queen, trembling under my gaze. i sneer with pure disgust and launch a thick, slimy gob of spit square into his pitiful, quivering face, watching it drip down his worthless mug. still bored out of my skull, i decide to have some real fun and start pummeling him. i smack his sorry face with my hands, each slap echoing like a whip, and kick him hard with my feet, treating him like the human punching bag he is. every chance i get, i hawk a massive, gooey loogie right into his pathetic eyes, my slaps making his spit-soaked face spray droplets across the room like a filthy fountain. his entire head is a slobbering mess, coated in my spit, and i’m howling with laughter, spitting again and again, each glob a reminder of his place beneath me. i shove my sweaty, reeking feet in his face, for..g him to lick every inch of my grimy soles, making him suck the sweat and my spit off like it’s his life’s purpose—because for this miserable worm, it probably is. i bet he’s worshipping every rancid drop like it’s nectar from a goddess. i’m having the time of my life, reveling in his degradation. i love crushing his soul, spitting in his face for the tiniest excuse or just for kicks, watching him flinch with every wad. when my girlfriends swing by, i crank up the show, hocking thick spitballs right into his trembling lips while they cackle and join in, all of us stomping this pathetic loser into the ground. i make him beg for more, fo..c.g him to thank me for every glob and every smack, his voice cracking as he chokes on his own shame. we degrade him until he’s nothing but a sniveling puddle of submission, and i’m grinning ear to ear, dru..k on the power of owning him completely.