eddie told me i had such a pretty face and that my sheathlike dresses made me look like the kind of woman his mom would like to meet as he fisted my roots and came.
he liked to stay inside of me and put
Friendlies + Pamela + GG on his suitcased record player in the background to deluge the room in narcotized static, strumming the hook of his thumbs over my hips and slurping the chorus into my ears.
eddie's thrusts were wild and made the inside of my thighs pill until i was able to flay it off with the pads of my split fingers. he drove into me harder that the skin that layered him suddenly became mines and it coated the pare flesh he opened with his hands and curdled maw.
HE TOLD ME HE WAS SUCH A SWEETHEART, THAT I SHOULD SHOW HIM HOW GRATEFUL I AM,
but eddie was so fucking naive to his sourly mephitic taste.
