Trauma makes them clingy. Trauma makes them filthy.
Trauma makes them open their mouths for your piss at 3 a.m. because they’d rather be used than alone.
She hates anal, so he bends her over the kitchen counter and rams in dry while she screams. Ten minutes later she’s pushing back, begging for the same cock that just ruined her.
Scroll until your brain melts and your cunt is a dripping mess. Every line you read is another nail in your dignity while your fingers keep pumping like the broken little addict you are.
He fucks your face until mascara runs in black streaks down your cheeks,
Then takes a picture and sets it as your phone wallpaper so every time you unlock it you remember whose cum is still drying on your tongue.
He invites friends over and has you kneel naked by the door with your holes already lubed and open. Each new arrival gets to choose which one they wreck first while you keep your eyes on the floor and count the loads.