The kind of girl you forget about under your bed, only to discover later when you decide to finally sweep the food residue and dust out from your room. I hope to never be that girl. I can see why people would think this video is hot, because it’s hot to fuck something disposable. But then my conscience comes into play. Oh shit, I am that girl. Okay stop the abuse, stop fucking me the way you eat a steak; I’ve got big plans in life, really. This is just a phase. You can’t destroy me with your dick, because I am better than you. I was just eavesdropping from under your bed.
That’s the thing about men. They’ve been raised to believe that certain things, masculine things, make them powerful. So all you have to do is feed them those things, and they’ll do anything you want. They are desperate for that shit.