thedolcettchef: David loved this part. Most of the wedding guests were hovering around the open bars
thedolcettchef: David loved this part. Most of the wedding guests were hovering around the open bars or flailing like fools on the dance floor, but David knew the real show was right in front of him. He lounged against a nearby tree — just close enough to feel the heat of the fire but not enough to burn. He didn’t know the meat’s name and he didn’t really care. She had been bought to feed the reception and that’s what she would do, but she had spent the last hours of her life being carelessly fondled, degraded, humiliated, and fucked in every hole over and over by any guest that wanted a turn. David had been the very last one to fuck the meat before they ran a spit up her ass and out her mouth. She hadn’t blinked or moved in a long time, just rotating over the fire quietly browning, and David got a special thrill comparing the lively shrieks and flopping breasts of the girl when she was alive just hours ago with the cooked meat she had become. -- source link