But that’s a shadow of a memory. XXX A week later, the sheriff’s popped the back of her head open with her badass little magnum. The absolute, fundamental, world-inverting betrayal you only get when you are deceived by that which you relied upon most. I struggle, whimper, unsure now which sounds and actions are hers and which are mine. My anus burns, filled with a stranger’s cum until I remind it that it it not. The crumbling ruin is no more. Or, hell, I don’t know. Usually its the umpteenth asshole boyfriend, but no – these aren’t some dumbass teenager’s hands, not even those of some shithead college jock. This is where things start to get fucked up. I like these long roads. “Just a little shook is all. This is where things start to get fucked up. Maybe that’s just me. He doesn’t care that lube is something that’s a thing.
