October 20th, 2011
The mouth is in the corner. Where else? It doesn’t notice me. It doesn’t know me. I creep behind it. Grab it and put it in my face. It is still swollen. Deformed. I bend as good as i can. Start sucking. Keep sucking.
It has come, the mouth says, cock in it, still. You must come, then, it says.
I stop, or it stops. What was it that you said, i ask.
I sense its lips moving. Dry, them fuckers lips. It can’t speak no more. Long time we wait. Together, at last. But enough said, already.
Now i have told you what has happened.
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