Being a druggie whore suits me fine. Ever since I got addicted at 22, people have forgotten that I existed. Except for men. Dominating men can smell a woman like me. I draw them like flies because not every man wants a porcelain princess. Men need an outlet for their testosterone. Fueled by drugs, I’m that outlet. Man love to beat me, bust my lips, and bruise me. They bite my tits, kick me, and spit on me. Maybe I am skewed but I get off on it. The more vile names they call me, the wetter my pussy gets. That wild look on a man’s face when he calls me a worthless, dumb cunt, piece of shit, cum dumpster, or white trash, makes me feel the danger radiating from him. I know that if I can get him to fuck me right then, he will pound the shit outta me, violate my asshole, and viciously face-fuck me. I have the need to be choked on cock, anally violated, or have my hair pulled while being fucked. The meaner and nastier the better. Hear me beg for more.
Maybe you’re looking for that girl like me who loves her drugs, will party all night on the phone, allow you to treat her like trash, and will make your cock explode, then call me for some hot fun.
Pain Slut Chelsea
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