ANGEL
I thought an eternity might have passed while my life fell into the same routine.
Sleep. Wake. Bathroom. Eat. f**k.
So much of the last part that I was fully convinced Daniel wasn’t human. No normal man could want it this much.
I’d lost count of how many times we’d done it, the same way I’d lost track of time.
He made me swallow his cúm every time I sucked him off, and wouldn't let me spit. The first time I'd done that, he’d made me scrub the floor with my tongue and lick every last slimy drop from the floor.
And I had had to repeat the act after that, because according to him, men didn’t like whóres who spat. They prefer their slúts with a warm belly full of their goo.
Since then, I’d learned my lesson, keep his load inside me. Even when he’d paint my face with his cúm an
