Dear Filth Pig,
On those long boring weeks away from you, when I’m on the road, you put in so much effort to make sure my number one need is satisfied: my dick. You slap you tits for me. You choke yourself with foreign objects until you puke. You moan while telling me how bad you miss me pissing on you.
Well, did you know I record all those shows? I trade them with other men who’s whores, sluts, cunts, pigs, pets, slits, and fuck holes do the same. We all sneer and laugh at what you sacks of meat holes do to keep a man’s attention. We go back to our hotel rooms and jerk our dicks while thinking about lining all you gashes up and raping every hole, nook, and cranny for hours.
If it makes you feel better, you are always the top requested whore. It has gotten a bit boring seeing how all the other fuck bags try to inadequately replicate you. They have too much pride to jam a dildo down their throat until that night’s dinner is all over the bed. They think their cunts are too precious to violate with a whiskey bottle.
Filth Pig, you cast a shadow of filth so large and far, no cunt will ever compare to you. You will always be the woman I come home to smack and rape and love.
Yours forever, Filthy Fuck
We’ve gotten a lot of new followers the last few days, so I figure I’d repost some posts of Cum Hungry (with the occasional body part of mine) being a filthy whore to further exploit her.