Appropriate Nomenclature

 

A thin line of white powder traces along Birdie’s ass, stretching around 4  inches.  With a McDonald’s straw, he snorts up the party powder off of her  supple hind quarters.  The rush of the cocaine is ecstasy, as if all of his  body is on fire with raw power and sexuality.  He feels strong, powerful…  Virile.    

With a fit of strength, he spreads her asshole and plunges his chemically  hardened cock inside of her tight anus.  He forgets the lube in the  coke-fueled haze – all he hears in his brain is “FUCK HER!  FUCK HER HARD!”   Grabbing the pigtails coming out of Birdie’s helmet, he drives his  purple-headed warrior deeper and deeper into her formerly tight ass-pussy.    

Birdie lets out a light yelp; her tender rectum filled to its capacity and  is slowly tearing.  Small streaks of blood form on his shaft and smear on  Birdie’s ass-cheeks, showing that there is little more than Birdie could take.   Unfortunately for Birdie, he still has another six inches to go, and he won’t  quit until he is fully inside of her.  He thrusts like a feral wolf anally  violating a shih tzu.  Then Birdie finally realized exactly why they call him  “The Grimace.”