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Of Love and Desire (AbagoVicodin and Savvi)

Steven let out one more grunt and moan as he continued to fuck his little slut, but he stopped when he felt his climax finally hit him. His balls were working up another big huge load to shoot inside of his slut, and it was finally let go when he had thrust a few more times. He groaned and stopped, while he filled up his slut's pussy with his come.
 
He felt his dick being pulled by her little slut's tight pussy, and he smirked as he ran his hand through the dog girl's hair. "That is my little slut. You want my cum inside of you." He replied, and he then pulled out of her. He then pushed her away from himself, and then crossed his arms. "How come you aren't making me dinner now? Dumb bitch!" He said, growling. "Make me dinner! Do it now!"
 
Lucy's ears flickered as he yelled at her. She tilted her head to the side as she began to sit up. "Okay, but what do you want me to make?" she reasoned uneasily. She began to re-ajust her skirt.
 
As the girl was readjusting her skirt, he growled and tackled the girl to the ground. "I told you that you are not going to keep your clothes on." He said, and he punched her in the face. He then smiled and ripped her skirt from the girl's body. He then ripped the girl's panties from her body, and then kept his smirk on. "Now make me dinner. You are going to stay naked."
 
She rubbed at her face as her eyes began to water. "You still haven't told me what you want me to make..." She reasoned as she watched him rip her skirt and undies from her.
 
Anthony sighed as he looked at the girl below her. He got up off of her. "Make whatever you can. Make me feel that you aren't a useless bitch." He replied, cracking his knuckles as he then picked her up and kicked her into the kitchen. "Make me something. A sandwich maybe."
 
She let out a yelp as she was kicked and scrambled into the kitchen. Making several different kinds of sandwiches and putting them on a plate as she brought them out. "I didn't know what type of sandwich you wanted, so I just made a whole bunch of different ones.... so you could just choose which ones sounded the best." she reasoned.
 
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Oh is that so?" He asked, and he moved over to all of the sandwiches. "Tell you what, you get a punch for every sandwich that you make wrong." He said, and he turned to the table. He took a bite of one of the sandwiches and he then spit it out in the dog's direction. "Mayonnaise? Are you fucking kidding me?" He asked, as he aimed a kick for her stomach.
 
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