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All the men that called her their sunshine, the light of their life, that told her she was the best thing that had ever happened to them, that called her the most beautiful girl they had ever seen... All the men that filled her with their cum, none of they stuck around.
No one did. God, she is so pathetic. She has no one. Her grandma died, she ran away from her mother and they don't talk anymore, her brothers had forgotten she exists, her best friend is angry at her, all the men that fucked her abandoned her, her coworkers don't give a shit about her.
No one cares. No one did and no one ever will. She could act perfect all she wants, but it don't matter in the end. They all leave.
She finds a new victim. All the loneliness will wash away as her mouth is full with cum. She will make this one last longer.
She doesn't. She never does. She'd cry if she could.
Instead, she puts on her uniform and holds her gun close, puts on a wide smile and her act on. Richard sees right through her, but he doesn't care enough to do anything about it.
Ian does, however. Maybe that is why she doesn't want to do anything with him. If he cares, if he sees her... he might stick around. Then what?
A knife resting on her neck, blade as sharp as it can be, and his mouth hot against her ear, whispering all the words she wants, she needs.
She thinks of all the other men whose cocks were buried deep inside her, she thinks of Richard and her brothers.
All the loneliness, all her beauty and her perfected acting skills and her rotten personality, and yet he's still there.
If she gives in, how long until he diseappears. She puts a hopeful prayer of forever in the form of a kiss. She thinks he did the same.
There's gotta be a reason why his dick feels right inside her. More perfect for her than her brothers's or father's did. Why when he says her name, it sounds right, it doesn't sound like a stranger's name. Why she drops her act and doesn't even realize she did around him.
He hasn't left yet. She'll swallow all the cum he has if that would mean he'd finally be the one that won't leave.
She won't have to. His mouth is hot and heavy on her body as his hands hold her body tight, it feels like a promise.
His knife is still there. So is her gun. She won't use it. He won't either. It means something. It means fucking everything.