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You are definitely gonna need to catch up with part 1 first – so click here before you go on.
Anyway, where was I? Yes, her cousin ripped and ripped and ripped her tiny, not yet developed cunt. With his massive, fully developed cock.
What were you hoping for, Hannah, I asked.
Well, if it was going to hurt this much I just wanted him to love me.
Again with love, but I went ahead and asked anyway.
And did it feel like love as he hurt you and ripped you? Well, he told me he was the only one who could touch me, and that made me feel special.
Hannah, I corrected her, he wanted to be the only one to rip you.
No one wants to love you, Hannah. They only want to use you as a real-life Fleshlight. A wet hole to warm their cocks. Just like your cousin used you.
Do you think I’m worth loving, Hannah asked therapist Laylene.
Is that what you want, Hannah?
Yes, it is, she whimpered through the tears.
So as you found yourself on your back, outside, heels facing skyward, your cunt getting ripped and pummeled with every stroke of your cousin’s cock, you were thinking of love?
Yes, I was, Hannah said. Is that bad?
No, Hannah, I told her, it’s not bad. It’s just stupid. Like you.
Everyone’s favorite stupid cock socket, a wet hole to keep cocks warm. That’s all you are and all you ever will be. Who would ever want to love you, to treat you well, to make you a princess? You wouldn’t know how to handle that. We don’t let the ugly girls win prom queen for the same reason we don’t let the broken girls know love. It’s ridiculous, unnatural, and rewards all the wrong behaviors. Prom queens are beautiful, and girls who are proper and pure get love.
But it wasn’t my fault, Hannah cried. I want someone to love me, I wasn’t the one who decided to rip my cunt over and over and over again when I was just a perfect score.
Well, the homely girl who wants to be prom queen didn’t ask to get hit with the ugly stick, either. But it happened. Just like your cousin decided to ruin your life and romantic prospects so he could blow a couple of loads. While taking your panties. As he listened to your tears. And felt your tiny overwhelmed cunt massage his cock. What’s the saying, if it wasn’t so wrong it wouldn’t feel so good.
Your cunt got wronged, Hannah, and it feels so so so so good for all of us.
Reading about your adventures, now and forever, with nothing you can do about it – any more than you can put your ripped-up cunt back together in your hopeless quest to find love.
In the meantime, there are always details too hot to blog. Where did Hannah’s cousin cum. Did Hannah help him clean up? How? Was there a round two that day? Round three? What got the big tears out of Hannah? What was her biggest fear? Here’s a hint, fucked and…..
Well, call me. I can’t wait to tell you. And in the meantime, Hannah, thanks for giving us all another memory of you. Maybe you’ll prove me wrong. Maybe you will find love. But whether you do or you don’t (and I know how I’m betting!!) your journey of self-discovery clearly hurts you a lot – how could it not, all that ripping you didn’t want, but it is so stroke-worthy for all of us. And for that we all luuuuuvvvvvvvvvvvv you!!
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