Fuck Buddy
I hated him. I hated him. I hated how good he fucked me. I hated how good his cock filled my holes. I hated how hard he could make me cum. I hated how much I loved the way he treated me. I fucking hated him.But I couldn't resist him. I did what he said, when he said, where he said. He was my weak spot, my curse.This time was no different than the others. He simply texted me "15 minutes whore". I know what that meant. He would be here in 15 minutes and fuck me senseless. He didn't care what I am...