When you’re not on your back, or bent over, with a thick cock rammed deep inside you, then I struggle to see the point of you. When you’re not being fucked, hurt, torn, broken or bruised, then you’re just taking up space, space that can be filled by fully-functioning, independent women, who have interesting things to add, to contribute.
You can only ever contribute by offering up your ass, cunt or throat. When cocks are stuffed inside you, you have a purpose. When your body is being hurt, your breasts twisted, and your breathing compromised by a cock in your throat, then your existence is meaningful.
Every time I choose to hurt your body, I am making your life have some sense of worth, stopping you from being an invisible, pointless, useless piece of nothingness. So thank me when my hands are hurting you, when I’m trying to ram my fist into your pussy, when my fingers are bruising your skin. These are your very best moments.
You might not realise it at the time, when you’re desperately trying to push me away, and the tears are flowing. But I’m using you, in any way that pleases me, with no limits. For my complete enjoyment. This really should make you feel overwhelming gratitude towards me. There are plenty of other women out there who would want to be where you are now. You’re so fucking lucky, I tell you, as my fist ploughs its way into your cunt, deeper and deeper and deeper, making you squirm and fight.