I’m more than a man to that bitch, I am God that fuck-slut. Hope is the motherfucker, give it to them, they just let you do what you want. She clutched into the dirt, pushed up with her right foot, screaming in agony. I could see she had a full figure but not fat. You could hear the impact, even hear the rush of air out of her lungs. Dropping my hand from cock, I started to bend to her. I’d take her down, put her in her new home, but I need to get to church. She curled up on the floor a blubbered. That’s when one of those fantasies exploded in my mind. I could just about smell the stench of the porker’s burning fat. The scent wasn’t a harsh stink, more an unpleasant muskiness.
