What being born a woman is all about

She was the bossy girl of some friend of mine, and she just so totally dominated him.

Always nagging and complaining, thinking that she was just so much better than everyone else.

Pro lesbian, pro choice.

We just could not stand for this anymore, and ganged up on her.

She became my ninth fuck, and I shared her with her former boyfriend, who from now on became her MAN with an M, and 10 other young boys.

Yes we really owned that bitch.

We came, we took her, then took her some more.

We all had her in every hole she got, and the bedpoles got marked all over, one after another, each mark representing a load of sperm into the bitch.

She screamed, she whined, she sobbed, she cried.

She rolled her eyes, she drooled, she gagged.

She rattled, she howled, she puked.

She got paler, she shivered, and she fainted.

Got woken up again, and more fucked, before fainting again.

It is always fun to see how many times it is possible to wake them up again.

She was tough, she did not go silent before the fifth da capo.

Yeah, she really got herself a long and hard lesson, regarding what being a woman is all about.

She started to treat her man with the respect he deserved afterwards (he was a good man) and she soon went into motherhood and devoted herself to familylife.

And all that bullshit about lesbianism and abortion, was never heard of again.

Or at least not heard of from her anymore.

Yes it is true.

Tarts can be tamed.

Bitches can be busted.

Justice will prevail.

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