Wendy had heard that Friday nights used to be something called “date night” when her grandparents were in their twenties. For her, it was just another night for some random man to have her asshole wrapped around his cock.
She sometimes wondered about dating, courting, and dances, but not for long.
“How could it be better than getting constantly fucked? Why would guys go through all that trouble just to get a woman to open up her holes? Didn’t they know that women naturally want to be filled?” she often thought.
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