Fuck the hearts, fuck the cherubs, fuck the lovey-dovey bullshit. I don’t give a single fuck about Valentine’s day and honestly, it does nothing but build up lots of rage inside of me. Every time I see a couple kiss or a stupid heart with cards I ball up my fist. It takes everything inside of me not to lash out and disembowel those consumerism-loving twats. So I got a little fucked up with some of my anti-v day buddies and went around driving. We had bats and thought about hitting mailboxes and all that jazz when there was a couple smooching right next to the crosswalk. I couldn’t help but crack that batt across the dumb dude’s head dropping him to the ground flat. Watching his lover cry out over his unconscious body really brought loads of joy to my cunt.
The guys in the car cheered at my savage hit. The driver grabbed me by the back of the neck and brought me in for an intense kiss encouraging me to do more. We barreled past a couple more couples watching them fall down like full sacks of potatoes to the ground. However, I had a better idea. I cracked the dude across the skull and called for the driver to stop the car and pop the trunk. The dudes loaded Mr. Handsom into the back as his Damel in distress protested. One punch square to the jaw and she shut the fuck up and climbed right in with him. After driving around for a while we came to an abandoned warehouse building and decided this was the place for it.
We took Mister Handsome and hung him from some chains hanging from the rafters up ahead. I pulled his pants down around his ankles and began playing with his flaccid cock laughing with the guys as they tied his damsel in distress up. Then as he cried out loud, too far away from ears for anyone to hear him the guys took turns having their way with her perfect cunt and ass. They forced themselves into every one of her tight holes. Her ass hole ripping as they plugged her up. She screamed out begging for Mister Handsome to help, he cried out cursing out names and threatening our lives. I told him to shut the fuck up, after all, he really liked watching his slut get all used up. I stroked his cock and it was throbbing in my hands about to burst a nut. That is when the guys untied their little whore prize, her face bloody and covered in their fluid, and burst his nut all over her. She was a used-up fucking whore who would remember Valentine’s day is for losers and never to be on the streets with that PDA bullshit again.
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