Sometimes, even nightmares come true…

“N-no! You can’t! You shouldn’t even be alive and talking, this HAS to be a dream…” Manda attempted to reassure herself.

She quickly realized the reality of the situation as her right foot lifted against her will and stomped harder than she ever thought she could, yelping in pain as soon as her foot struck the concrete. Her legs then continued to carry her into town as a single teardrop ran down her cheek.

“Why…why are you doing this? I take good care of you, don’t I?” Manda attempted to reason with her sentient pussy.

“Good? Care? Don’t make me laugh or we’ll both cum before the fun begins.” Her vagina snorted. “You USED and ABUSED me like some sort of drug to get your kicks off of whenever your life got remotely stressful!”

Manda was taken aback by the accusations coming from her own crotch. To an outside viewer, it was exactly what it looked like as Manda bent over to argue with her loud-mouthed sex.

“Are you calling me a whore?!” She asked viciously as venom dripped from the words coming out of her mouth.

“Your words, not mine.” Manda’s pussy retorted.

Manda scoffed.

“How? The whole point of fucking is to feel good! Don’t you want that?”

“Not when it’s all the time with total strangers! It’s less special and fun then. But Mike, oh-ho! He really showed me a good time when I took his virginity!”

Manda’s eyes were like big, white saucers.

“You did what? You let that two-faced loser fuck me?”