As I natter on, I realize that this bitch is sort of nodding her head as if to say 'yeah, yeah, yeah, you're blabbering' and I slow up and hear some of what you say. It is infuriating, you almost sound calm, and even worse, you sound sensible, in a weird depraved way. This bothers me again, as I am the sensible type, I am smarter then her, why is she laying things out for us in a logical manner?
I huff and huff again " I won't waste words with you or on you" and I unbutton my overshirt.and slide it off. Then one strap and the other of my tank top, and it is flung onto a branch, my beautiful creamy tits waving. "Well what are you waiting for, you piggish slut. The one thing you know how to do is strip" as I suck my tummy in and unbutton my jeans. Kicking off my sneakers, I am left in my lacy thong, delicately preserving my modesty. I leave it on.
"you always bring out the worst, that depraved sexfight, which I of course won, and those degrading catfights. This time, after I thrash every inch of your fat cxnt, you will wallow through the thickets in the state you deserve. Naked, and raw and oozing" Hands on my hips, I await you.