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I shouldn't have kissed her.
A presage sense jabbed at logical reasoning as she was on her knees unfastening my slacks. I tell myself that I will regret this. She'll never leave. Earlier, I'd downloaded a piracy of The Suicide Squad. And understanding vaginas having no concept of such of a masterpiece of comic theater, I'll have to wait until she leaves to watch. But ugh, if I unload this week's mass down her throat, the risk of friendly conversation would commence thereafter. Thus leaving me in an obligation of entertaining this wet gamey oyster. I must push her off or the doom of having to listen to her words all night will be my endgame.
But it was too late. As I was thinking the above, she was drawing the Destroyer of Worlds out from me trousers. I then feel her lips smacking on its head like an elderly lady with no teeth gumming a nutty caramel apple. Although much younger with pearly white chops.
"Oh my gad! I can't get my lips wrapped around this!" She exclaimed. But didn't give up. Then something extraordinary happened. She dislocates her jaw! Her mouth then engulfs it. Ugh, snapper crappers. It's too late. My ballsack began preparing for the deployment of the platoon. Fuck! This must stop. But I don't want it to. It's either my selfish need or my other selfish need. Why can't I have both? Ugh. This woman's a romance/horror novel fan. Not a comic con groupie.
It was indeed too late. The platoon began blasting as I grasp her head, locking it in place. She didn't mind as she approved by grabbing my wrists with both of her hands. Ugh. An entire week's load slithered down her throat. But some hung around. As if outside a bar after last call.
But she wouldn't stop afterward. Kept sucking on it.
"Ugh. That's enough." I say as I try prying her off like ripping a hook from the mouth of a catfish. "Enough. It's hurting." But that only excited her. "Get off my dick!" I commanded. But it was useless. She continued sucking the tenderness of my aching penis. I step back, giving me enough space to rip it from that Devil woman's mouth. But she kneel-steps toward me. "You sick bitch! Get off my dick!" She releases.
"That wasn't call for." She says as I can see some of my depleted units dangling from her lips and chin like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible; hanging off a cliff by a finger. A Mission Impossible Cliffhanger. But with 'finger' replacing the cliff. A fingerhanger.
"Ugh. You were hurting me penis, lady of the night." I begged forgiveness.
"Lady of the night?" irritated by my wording, she says as her eyebrows rose.
"Ugh. I meant, me lady of the night."
"I'm not a fucking whore, you jerk! I like you! That's why I did that." Sadness bloomed across her face....with semen still swinging from it. I gesture to her to wipe it off for it was too disturbing to have a serious conversation with.
"You have something there." I reenact as if I have something hanging from my chin and brush my fingers across.
Embarrassment unfolds and she rushes out of the room grabbing her phone in the process. "Oh my gad, I feel like a whore now," says as she disappears into the bathroom. I gaze at the clock and see that it's getting late and knowing this movie is over 2 hours long, ugh. The sound of the clock ticking I could hear essentially blaring. Though I have a digital one that makes no noise, but ugh. What if. Right? What if it could hear the ticks of the tock? Ugh. I would probably hear it loudly!
Guilt sets in. I walk over to the bathroom to apologize and the door is still open. I lean my head into and....what the fuck! She's taking selfies with the cum still hanging from her chin. She laughs then wipes it off with a hand towel.
"You didn't suppose to see that," says and tosses the towel into the sink. "You're number 37."
"What are you talking about?" I quey the disturbing woman.
She picks her phone up and swipes it. "Wanna see who was 1 through 36?" She turns the phone around that displayed a collage of selfies from different times with different backgrounds. A few show her hair down. Several with it in a bun. She opens one of the images and there's a smaller amount of cum hanging from her chin. So the other pics are of the same theme. Trophies. I assure myself.
"Sweet," annoyingly, I say. "Now get your clothes back on and leave my den. I'd like to watch my movie now."
"Which one?" says as she walks to where we were in the living room and grabs her clothes then sits on the sofa donning them on.
"The Suicide Squad. The reboot-remake-reboot..." I become confused with my own thoughts. "....one." Ugh. It didn't matter anymore if I made sense.
"Sounds dumb and retarded." says as she slips her shoes on. "See ya loser! Thanks for the selfie material." She leaves but not before saying, "Do what that movie title suggests!"
Ugh. Movie time!
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