You tried to pretend that your thoughts weren't depraved. That you didn't like the feeling of your mouth me forced open and fucked like a cocksleeve. Tears rolled down your face, but we both knew they were tears of joy. Finally getting used like the sex doll you always craved to be. You're not thinking clearly anymore after that 3rd load being pumped into you. Cum covering your body, leaking out of your sweet holes. Can't even hear yourself think because your screams and moans of pleasure are to loud.

Finally reaching your breaking point. Laying there motionless. Lost in sexual bliss. Your mind is blank. You've done your job. Been a good girl. Lets be honest here, that is what you wanted to be isn't it? What you long to hear after such a rough pounding. Must feel good to be called one after you've be hunted, degraded, and used like a toy.

Thinking about the feeling of a soothing voice whispering it in your ear while an idle finger absently touches and teases your freshly fucked pussy. You want more of it don't you, you are already looking for it. Trying to find a way to be a good little whore just to hear me say it. I'll say it to you now that I'm satisfied: Good girl! You see, I know exactly what makes you tick, I know exactly what brings you here. Just stop pretending. I'll make you my toy, but in the end I'll still call you good girl.