Khyle. - ... well technically, she's right
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Mrs. Graves ahh..
Now that's the face of pure sex.
Those bags under her eyes, years upon years of depravity.
Life is nothing but sex.
Everyday you slave, and no matter how shit your life is, you'll never kill yourself because at the end of the day, you want more sex.
That's how you fuck up your children. "Children"? Forgot you had them right?
Everyday you come home from your shitty job, schlick yourself in your room waiting for your husband.
Forget about food. Forget about the kids. Forget about everything.
The moment he comes home, you FUCK him.
Your poor husband. He will never get his shit together. How could he? When every waking moment you demand him of your pleasure and his semen.
You have no dreams.
No inkling of aspiration.
There is no salvation for you Mrs. Graves.
You will never have happiness.
The only thing this world has for you is sex.
And you're the sole pepetrator of all of this.
You
And your endless thirst for sex.
Mrs. Graves ahh..
Now that's the face of pure sex.
Those bags under her eyes, years upon years of depravity.
Life is nothing but sex.
Everyday you slave, and no matter how shit your life is, you'll never kill yourself because at the end of the day, you want more sex.
That's how you fuck up your children. "Children"? Forgot you had them right?
Everyday you come home from your shitty job, schlick yourself in your room waiting for your husband.
Forget about food. Forget about the kids. Forget about everything.
The moment he comes home, you FUCK him.
Your poor husband. He will never get his shit together. How could he? When every waking moment you demand him of your pleasure and his semen.
You have no dreams.
No inkling of aspiration.
There is no salvation for you Mrs. Graves.
You will never have happiness.
The only thing this world has for you is sex.
And you're the sole pepetrator of all of this.
You
And your endless thirst for sex.
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