Got Time For This?

She was a lowly disgusting creature, perhaps dancing on the verge of death every single day, and yet she could have it no other way. Her pleasures crafted her, made her what she wanted to be. She wanted to screw the world. Quite literally in fact, and comically, came yet another willing partner, one who looked at her with the same ravenous look she attained from everyone. No one would resist her. She would not allow it. "My pleasure is you, and I want you to slam me until I bleed," her words drawled in a heavy hiss. He wasn't leaving. She was demanding him now, he had stepped far too deep into her web, and now his blood was to be hers. Her body would rise, her posture turning her back to him. "Now!"

Speech.