And seven inches around.”
“Jesus Christ.” Angela says in awe. She plays on the arcs of her eyelashes, she teases them high; until they look like something strange, beautiful, and morbid. Porn “And?” Angela asks playfully. Several tiny drops of blood manifest on Angela’s tear soaked, fear ridden face. “Nothing, kind’a worn out.” Minnie moans, rubbing her stomach. “I think I want to fuck you.” Marc tells Angela a little viciously. Purple fades into the pink then yellow. Angela struggles but before too long she slips out of reality and into the veil of darkness. “Let me go!” Angela explodes at him. It wasn’t too veiny, no foreskin, and it had a slight downward curve.”
“God that sounds good right about…” Angela starts, but trails of mid sentence as her eyes land on a particularly delicious looking young man. You can never be too tired to experience pain though. Marc spreads Angela’s legs to look at the bloody gaping hole the huge, fake dick left behind, and it turns him on more.
