You serve one purpose, and one purpose alone. Fuck food. A meal meant to be disposed of and enjoyed after I’ve indulged in carnal pleasure. A means of protein to fuel my body. My curves, to give me more energy to extract more orgasms out of myself in the heat of passion with a partner. I know you have been eagerly waiting to know the details of your demise. What I truly have planned for you as my fuck food. And you do not have to wait any further. This is the tale of your end. How you are to be broken down within me. Stored away in my stomach trying to claw your way back out. Perhaps I’ll e... Show more