tags: elle fanning, incest, anal, taboo, light implied scat
Have you ever had anal sex with Elle Fanning? Here’s what it’s like.
Moist. Warm. Itchy, dirty, and urgent. Maybe a touch dry. Her rectal wall clings to your cock like velcro, dragging as you pull back. There’s sound, so much your ears drown—the rasp and slurp of your shaft filling her butt, her mewls and cries, your blood cannoning in your ears. Her rectum feels abrasive as your shaft pumps between her ass-cheeks, as though her columns of Morgagni are lined with fine-grit sandpaper.
As you plow her ass open, her freckled buttflesh spews and gushes against your plunging hips, leaving detailed imprints of her sweat above your cock. Elle has a physics lesson for an ass: two dense globes of heavy, freckled meat, whiplashing and rebounding, springing off each other (and you). Her skin palpitates with scurrying ripples.
She grunts under you, legs splayed and folded, absorbing your fuck-thrusts. Head downcast and ass raised as your cock thunders through it. All her red carpet dignity, sodomized away. What remains is a wild, sex-crazed, cock-obsessed piglet. Made of meat, ruled by meat, fucked by meat. Her rectum squeezes rhythmically, a surging vise.
Getting inside Elle Fanning’s ass is hard.
Once you’re in, getting out is impossible.
Elle’s body was bent over in the pantry.
I moved on her, laying hands on the half-moons of her upraised ass.
My aunt’s walk-in kitchen pantry was small. Warm with our body heat and scented with our breath and sweat. We’d been squabbling. Our blood was up. We could hear our parents talking in the dining room just outside. A thin door and an open-space kitchen and twenty steps: that was our cover. Yet in the moment, discovery felt so remote, so unlikely…
…So absolutely impossible to care about. So we didn’t.
I pounced on her rump, urgent and needy. My hands found her shoulders. My hips dropped onto hers with a jarring splat. Her body buckled beneath me, straightening like a suspension bridge.
I grunted. She gasped. Her fingers latched on to the pantry shelving for support.
The bag of cake mix she’d been holding fell to the floor. It landed like a depth-charge. A cloud of powder flew.
I thrust my engorged prick, fucking heavily between her heavy ass-cheeks. I burrowed against the puckered brown star of her rectum again and again, each time skidding aside on sweaty skin. Her perianal flesh tightened, knotting instinctively to keep me out. Miss, miss, miss.
“Hold. Still.” I snarled, grasping two palmfuls of Elle Fanning.
Then I squeezed. Hard.
Rolls of thick, fleshy shitter meat ballooned between my fingers, bulging like bread dough. My knuckles sank from sight. Elle made a ridiculous high-pitched Looney Tunes noise as my nails incised half-moons into her rump. “Eeep!”
I pulled her ponderous buttocks from side to side with my hands, watching her asshole distort—perfect circle, oblate oval, perfect circle, prolate oval, perfect circle again—as I dragged them around like huge sacks of meat.
Then I pulled her huge ass onto my crotch, shunting my hips forward at the same moment.
SPRACK!
Her asshole burst open. The dense-knotted folds unravelled in an instant as my prick chewed through them. I was inside. Inside my cousin.
An elated shudder quaked through me. My breath flew in and flew out like a yo-yo. I could hardly look down, and could hardly believe what I saw.
My penis was planted in her thick butt like a flagpole.
Only an inch. But that inch froze her completely.
She’d still been giggling a little, and suddenly wasn’t. Her breath ended as my glans went thlupp into her ass. Her heavy flesh-filled buttocks tensed in shock, seeming to freeze mid-wobble. The invisibly fine hairs covering her ass all flew straight up, as if electrified.
If not for the heat blasting over my bare skin, she could have been an ice sculpture.
It was like Elle had an OFF button, and I’d accidentally hit when my prick went in.
So much had changed about our relationship, because of that inch. This was horrible. I was horrible.
But once you’ve put an inch of cock in your cousin’s ass, you might as well put the second in, too.
And the third.
In fact, you might as well shove every goddamn inch of cock you’ve got up there. Why not? You’ve already chartered the express lane to whatever hell awaits. It’s already too late to go back.
“’Sup, Elle,” I whispered, the veins in my cock squirming between her buttcheeks. A breath sucked itself into her lungs. In a stainless steel pan I glimpsed her face. Flushed. Sweaty.
Needy.
My glans throbbed in her butt, cradled by the rubbery meat of her anoderm. It was planted in to the ribbing of her dentate line.
I pushed it a bit further inside her.
She couldn’t stop me.
I couldn’t stop me.
Her asshole was forbidden yet pulling me inside, calling for deeper exploration of its turgid, suffocating depths. Elle hissed like a swan, arching her back as I rooted myself in, sliding another half an inch, then another half. Then I paused.
She lowered her head again. I heard her trying to breathe. It seemed difficult for her to remember how this act was accomplished.
I slid my hips back, and planted my feet. The head of my cock emerged from her distending anus.
Elle relaxed. Perhaps thinking that I’d had enough, and I’d be pulling my cock out of her back door.
I drove forward instead. Hurled myself into her ass with pelvis-crushing force. With muscles flexing in my legs and hip girdle, I tore her apart.
Elle stifled a howl as my prick bulged, slithered, and poured into her guts, filling her like a river of throbbing meat.
BLURRRKKK!
My hands white-knuckled as I dragged her ass onto my slavering prick. Sinking, falling, plunging, driving deeper deeper deeper into my cousin. I felt the toothlike structures of her linea dentata gape apart before me. They could not and did not resist.
I crash-landed, bottoming out in her bottom. My cousin’s hips cracked sharply against my pelvic girdle, landing with an impact that flung her ass so hard that the ripples flew halfway up her fucking back.
My cock squelched to a halt, pulsing at the deepest point of her ass I could reach. My brain almost fried with ecstasy and horror. I was entrenched in hot, thick, gooey tissue, gripping me like rubber heated to melting point. I plunged my cock past the swerves of her ampulla, stabbing past the Plica transversalis recti inferior and Plica transversalis recti media, and my engorged glans was now parked at the R-bend of her rectosigmoid junction.
Her puborectal muscle sling gripped and flexed against my cock, spasming like it was arguing with my penis. Losing that argument, too.
Elle’s body convulsed under me, berserk with energy as I buttfucked her. Muscles twisted and jerked. Her feet kicked like pistons. Her skin seemed to crawl. Sharp cries left her mouth, matched by her anus’s rondure as it twisted tight on my penis.
I shifted my hips, rotated my cock in her warm, slurping guts.
“Ugh…arrgghh…you little…!” She sounded like a yappy little dog.
With my balls shelved warmly on her perineum, I lay flat atop her quaking body. We looked like two jungle cats, mid-coitus. Our sweaty skin rasped as my breath shifted my position on her back.
I felt her heartbeat. She must have felt mine.
Panting, my ass-submerged cock ruling my thoughts, I slid a shaking hand up her neck, and parted blonde tresses like curtains.
Just enough to find her ear.
“I win the game, Elle,” I whispered, and her skin did its crawling thing again.
“Not…” she wriggled under me, her asshole sucking on my cock. “…yet.”
And the family gathering had started so innocently, too.
Nearly the whole extended set was visiting my aunt. That is, Elle’s mom. Guests just kept coming and coming for hours. I don’t know who put the bat signal out. Relatives who I barely remembered (or wanted to forget) kept showing up at the brownstone apartment in Williamsburg, lugging crockpots of food with the Saran Wrap fogged by steam.
Dakota wasn’t there, so naturally, Elle was the belle of the ball. The star, the overachiever, the success story. The one who’d made good.
I grew achingly jealous of my cousin. Aunts and uncles and grandmas and grandpas just walked right past me, and surrounded her like a mutant octopus, poking and prodding and touching and cooing and cossetting and dribbling out praise through holes in their dentures. So brave…! So courageous! Imagine, being a Hollywood actor! I would never…!
“She’s not brave,” I said from the corner, arms crossed. Nobody seemed to hear me.
But Elle did.
Out of the nest of groping old people, an eye snapped onto me. It slitted down to a dagger of eyeliner. Hate blasted out.
I held her stare, and sent that hate back. Registered mail, return to sender.
Enjoy having what you don’t deserve, Elle. You’re hot. You’re lucky. You’re spoiled. You’re the furthest thing from brave.
At dinner, we sat opposed. Trying to ignore each other for two hours straight.
Once the third wine bottle was uncorked and everyone had hit the LD-50 limit for L-tryptophan poisoning, we slipped away together into the kitchen. I don’t recall who made the first move, who made the second.
We had business to attend to. Alone.
None of the sleepy, giggly old people asked where we were going, or when we’d be back. The kitchen left us visible to the dining room, so I opened the door to the walk-in pantry. It was big enough for both of us, assuming Elle left her ego outside..
Inside, we were surrounded by matte black shelving, heaped with nonperishables. There were pasta bags ripped open and clumsily sticky-taped back together, and Rae Dunn coffee jars, and an old sack of potatoes. It had eyes sprouting the hessian like white thorns. Every square foot of exposed wall had a piece of wall art hanging on it, proclaiming platitudes over our scowling faces.
This kitchen is seasoned with love.
It’s wine o’clock somewhere.
If it’s not good at the end, it’s not the end.
A wooden statue of Jesus dangled from a string tied around his neck. It was disturbing. Christ looked like he’d been lynched by Romans on a budget cut.
“So what appears to be your problem, Bryan?” My cousin spun, closed the pantry door, and turned back to face me.
I blinked in shock. I’d just gotten a great look at her huge thick shitmobile, ballooning out the tail end of a split halterneck dress. The cleft ran deep down her back, exposing the upper cleft of her buttcrack.
My cock started to swell.
“Nothing. I just don’t think you’re brave.”
She crossed her arms and stuck out her lower lip. The halter neck dress went swish swish as it flowed around her big rump.
“Except I am.” Her lips swerved their amusement. Her eyes issued a challenge. “Or at least, braver than you, Cry-an.”
“Don’t call me that,” I squirmed, blushing. I was a dribbly kid growing up, and my cousin had etched this fact deeper than the Hammurabi Codex. “You’re a chickenshit coward, Elle. Always and forever.”
“Prove it.” Her eyes flicked down to my crotch. “And why do you keep adjusting your pants, Cry-an?”
“None of your business.” Because you’re giving me a raging boner, you bitch. My cousin was making me hard with her big ass and superior attitude. I tugged at my jeans, wincing as my glans dragging on denim. Blood thudded in my ears, filling my hollow spaces. I wanted to humiliate her. I wanted to fuck her. The two wants circled closer and closer around each other, until I realized they were actually just one and the same want.
We bickered for a while, like we always did. Elle and I have never gotten along.
Until I turned twelve.
Until my eyes, at least, started getting along with her real well. Too well.
As we snapped at each other, I kept staring at her butt. Even from the front, her ass-cheeks were visible from behind her body, tenting out her skirt like boulders. I’ve wanted to touch my cousin’s butt for the longest time, but haven’t. Maybe she’s right. Maybe she is braver than me. There was no escaping them, no matter where she turned. I couldn’t wait to go to the bathroom, and knuckle off a few loads to what I’d seen pouring out the dress’s slit when she’d turned around.
It might have ended there, but then an idea came. Prove it? Fine.
“Elle,” I said, opening my wallet. “Let’s play a game, you and I. In this pantry. We’ll take turns doing outrageous shit. Bet you fifty dollars that I’ll do something you can’t top.”
“You’re on!” Elle smirked.
I didn’t quite know where I was going with this as I uncrumpled some cash from my wallet. Two twenties and a ten, which I laid flat and smooth on the nearest shelf.
“But we can’t like, promise to do a thing. We have to do it right there, while the other person watches. And we can only use items that are in this pantry. Food. Phones. Our bodies.”
“Nice. It’s not every day someone gives me fifty bucks for free.”
She ripped a fifty out of her purse, and threw it on top of my money. Above our heads, lynched Jesus watched us gamble with disapproval.
“Don’t worry, Cry-an. I’ll make sure your money is spent wisely. You go first.”
I kicked off the game by swapping the contents of the salt jar with the sugar jar.
“Laaaaame.” Elle said, unscrewing a jar of strawberry conserve. “My turn.”
She unlaced one of her pink gladiator sandals, and lifted her foot to the mouth of the open jar.
She stuck her big toe inside the jam, squelched it around for a few seconds, then pulled it out..
“Ew!” I gagged as she laced up her sandal, screwed the cap back, and returned the strawberry conserve to the shelf. “That’s just vile.”
She blew me a kiss. “Maybe put marmalade on your toast at breakfast tomorrow’”
For my next turn, I made a call to a local pizza place, ordering a dozen ten-inch cheese and pepperoni pizzas, plus delivery. I gave them Dad’s name.
Elle looked nonplussed as I hung up. “That’s two hundred dollars of pizza that someone will have to pay for!”
“OPM, cous.” I grinned wickedly. “Other People’s Money. First rule of investing.”
“You’ll get caught. That pizza place will have your number, dumbass!”
“It’s risky. Almost like it’s an act of bravery in this game we’re playing, huh.”
“It’s not brave, it’s stupid.” She huffed, before announcing her next not-at-all-stupid act.
Not wearing panties for the rest of the evening.
“You’re wearing a long-ass dress.” I rolled my eyes. “Nobody can even see if you’ve got underwear. You could have two sets of panties on for all I know.”
“Who died and made you the underwear cop?” Elle stamped in rage. “Watch this.”
She pirouetted sidewise, faced the pantry shelving, and tilted her upper body from the waist, like a ballerina.
Her torso swung low, out of my view.
Her ass swung up, bulging beneath the dress.
Her butt filled my face with its warmth and smell. I feigned disinterest as she crossed her hands behind her body, grasped the flowing hemlines of her dress, and began to lift. Her gleaming calves slid into view, followed by her long CrossFit-bulked thighs. The muscles of her hamstrings bulged like cords.
My cousin exposed her legs, piled her dress atop her butt, and reached underneath for her panties. I heard them unstick from her asscrack, tugging free from snowdrifts of deeply pale flesh.
Sick with lust, heart thumping, I watched her panties fall to her ankles. My cock leaped and jumped, squirming wetly in a froth of precum.
“Ta-da!” With smug brattish insouciance, my cousin kicked off the panties, wadded them up, and flicked them back into my face. She didn’t even look at them, or me. She had phenomenal awareness of her body. So did I, come to think of it. “Your turn, Cry-an!”
I blinked in shock as panties landed on her nose, blocking my sight. The damp, earthy smell of her body overwhelmed my olfaction. She’d had dance practice today. I could tell. The heat of her luscious, sweaty body was baked into those panties, filling the missing parts my eyes couldn’t see.
Her panties slid down my shocked face. They flopped to the floor. I saw that she’d lifted up her dress onto her lower back in the half-second I’d been sightless.
For the first time, I saw her whole ass.
Naked.
Thick, heavy buttocks seemed to spill out from beneath a lower back that curved out like a viola. She was a river delta, broadening as it meets the sea. Her cheeks lay in heavy round masses, dusted with freckles, cut down the center by strips of pink. Panty-lines. Erotic force punched me in the chest. My mouth dried to sandpaper.
Smirking, she sloshed her lewd, rude derriere from side to side, making her ass jiggle. Inside heaving gallons of pink, cellulite-illustrated flesh, I saw her cunt gleam like a blade, saw her anal pucker glint like a jewel I could never afford.
Then the urge rose.
The urge to just throw myself onto that ass. To plow her tight, thick butt into the nearest wall. To destroy the shelving as I fucked her shelving—and not care if I also destroyed the wall and probably the whole damn apartment as I fucked hard and deep into her butt. Sending those rude, arrogant cheeks flying, like sails in a gale-force wind.
Oh God, how am I gonna top this? It was hard. Particularly as I no longer gave even 10% of 5/7 of a rat’s butt about the game.
“Well?” She giggled, wiggling her butt. “Next move?”
“Get your ass out of my face, Elle.” I felt my hands quaking, as if in fear. “Play fair.”
“Give up?”
“No! I just need time to think.”
“Have an eyeful of my ass while you do that.” She sneered, wiggling her ass from side to side.. “I know you can’t get enough of it. Enjoy whacking your little dick to it later.”
She was so horrible sometimes.
And to this day, I don’t know if she was trying to start something.
Maybe she was just proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was truly naked underneath the skirt, to win my fifty bucks.
Or maybe she was just in a cruel, torturing mode. She could be mean. Really mean.
Maybe that’s why I moved on her bent-over ass.
She’d turned her face back to the shelving, and was amusing herself by reading long chemical names off an “all natural” cake mix box, declaiming them in a ridiculous Cruella DeVille voice (“ti-tahnium dioxide, Rog-ahh! Dee-stilled mono-gleecerydes, Anita dahhling!”).
I unzipped. My prick sprang out, slippery with precum.
When I jumped on her back and put my cock into her exposed asscrack, her hand dropped the box. Dust swirled around our thrashing ankles.
To this day, I wonder if the mix was for chocolate fudge.
That would have been funny.
It took me just ten seconds to get my lubed-up cock down to the bottom of her ass. It felt like ten years.
I greedily fucked myself down to the balls, planting my hips atop her hips. Her meaty buttflesh quivered and parted beneath my bulk, the meat of her ass sculpted by my pubic bone.
I felt my scrotum bulge, swelling like taffy as it oozed down her perineum. A bead of sweat crawled down my ballsack. The itch almost drove me insane.
I panted. There seemed to be no air in the pantry. Or in the world. My prick was wildly twisting and jerking and thrashing in her guts, like an animal wallowing in a trough.
Her shoulders quivered, tensing under me. Shock? Outrage? Excitement?
Outside, she was still life. Inside, she was a volcano. Her body seemed to be throbbing, her heartbeat gripping to crush me. A condom made of flesh and blood and excitement.
For a while, I just admired the sight before me. Seven inches of cock, packed into my cousin’s thick sloppy shitbox. There’s a sublimity to things like this that poets somehow never trouble themselves to record.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Won our little game, for a start.
It was a bit of a shame to end this moment, and begin the next.
Her asshole knotted hard around my dick, clinging with dirty heat. Gasps and moans heaved out of the bellows of her body.
I began to roll my hips, sliding my pelvis back out and then back in. Again. Again. My movements accelerated into a steady humping. I cracked my hips into her big meaty ass, planting and then sheathing myself like Excalibur in the stone of her body.
My slippery wet penis heaved into her. Disgusting sound heaved out.
The initial sound of my cock bursting through her anus had been innocuous. A sudden rasp and whoosh: like the sound of a Tupperware lid squeezed onto its bowl when it’s still warm and loose from the dishwasher. A nice sound.
But as I hefted my hips in, the noises got visceral. Disgusting. I heard my cock crunching, gurgling, and burping as it corkscrewed its messy way through her guts.
An absurd sense of power took control as I watched my prick power into her. As good as it felt to shove my cock in there, the mental rush was greater. Subjugation. Conquest. I’d made her my woman. Done the most dirty, debasing, humiliating thing a man can do to a woman’s nastiest, most shameful hole. This is it. This is the limit. There is nothing left to take except her breath…and as my cousin’s breaths still failed to come, it seemed I’d stolen even that from her.
“HHHHOOOOOO! HUNNNNNG!” Elle’s loud, brassy voice was no longer arrogant. She sounded like a farm animal, squealing and grunting in heat. “BRRYYYAAAAANNN! HHHRRRRRGGGGGH!”
I threw back my head as I assfucked her, letting my ears fill with the sound of it. The thick visceral slurps of my cock pounding and pummeling her shit-chute. The slap and crack of her rump as it whipped beneath my pelvis. The doglike pants of her mouth, open in ecstasy and almost screaming as an orgasm twisted her lips to fluttering.
I was getting close, too.
Gritting teeth, I slapped her ass. WHAP! WHAP! Beating and hitting color into her big butt cheeks. Suddenly, her back was glistening with sweat, and her blonde hair was sailing as her head flung, still crying out wordless vocalizations.
Growling, I lunged with my crotch, smashing my hips against hers at ramming speed.
I fucked her until she slid to her knees. Her sandaled feet skidded on cake mix. Her fat, obscene wad of dumper meat went splat, pillowing out on the floor.
My cousin was thick. So fucking thick.
So breedable.
Listening to her breathing hitch and jar in time with my thrusts, feeling her body tighten under me, hearing grunts and whines issue from the black narthex of her throat…broken, humiliated, and defeated by my cock. I rammed into her butt, feeling her squelch around me like a hot, moist glove, and knew—
There was only one crime left.
I sank into her tightness, and unloaded my balls in her ass.
Bone-clenching spasms wracked my reproductive tract. Each one was matched by a porridge-dense burst of slop blasting out of my prick. The base of my cock twitched and throbbed, firing spurt after spurt. I heard my cumshot gurgling into hers ass.
My release climbed, reaching its peak. Ecstasy dashed my mind open, releasing what little sanity I had left. Stars scudded across my interior sky with each flex and release of my orgasming body. I comprehended the cosmos.
I blasted into her bowels until my own cum backwashed out over my balls. Then I grasped her asscheeks, and unsuctioned myself from Elle’s back door.
SHA-LUUURRRRRRRKKKKKHHHH!
I pulled out from her ass. Cum blew out of her gaping dark hole, splattering noisily onto the floor.
I tumbled over backward, falling on my ass in the midst of strewn cake mix. My cock pulled back with a rope of cum attached to it, connected to Elle’s asshole. The cum-strand extended to startling length before her asshole snapped shut, severing it.
Plop.
Oh, I thought. What else was there to think?
Have you ever broken a rule on purpose? Just to break it? Tapping the aquarium glass. Sneaking a single grain of popcorn into a theater? Driving alone in the HOV lane when the regular lane is empty? Have you ever done something like that?
My cousin’s asshole was the biggest, dirtiest DO NOT ENTER sign ever written. And I hadn’t just crossed it, I’d busted a load inside it.
Oh fuck. A single brainless thought bounced in the emptiness between two ears. This happened. This happened. This happened.
The question is…what happens next? Do either of us know?
My cousin rose, turning to face me.
Her ass was flushed and ruddy. In contrast, her face was bloodless-white with shock, like a frost-murdered orchid.
Doubt hit me.
What had my little thrill cost? Who had paid for it?
Silently, Elle untucked the skirt that had been rucked into her lower back, letting it fall to cover her defiled butt. Then she stared at me then. I saw rage and shock and a total lack of understanding.
I saw a scythe aimed at my neck.
…but…she wanted it! She enjoyed it! She basically asked for it! Didn’t she? She consented, right? I didn’t do…THAT to her, did I?
The girl in front of me didn’t look like she’d consented to shit.
Elle’s lip trembled. She seemed about to cry. She looked like she’d been broken in half like a plate.
“Elle…” I waited for the rest of the sentence to come. It proved elusive as Godot.
Wordlessly, my cousin pulled out her phone from her clutch, and dialed 911.
“New York City 911, do you need police, fire or medical?”
“Police.” Elle spoke with bloodless clarity. I wanted to run from this, but her stare riveted me to the wall.
“Please state your address.”
Elle stated it.
“What is the nature of your emergency?”
Her voice wavered as she spoke to the police dispatcher. Her eyes didn’t.
“I…I am the victim of rape.”
A fissure seemed to open in the Earth beneath me. Six feet, straight down.
Oh my God, I thought…I thought…!
Yes. I’d thought.
The dispatcher’s voice slipped into a trained urgent and compassionate register. “Ma’am, are you in a safe place right now? We are looking at an emergency response time of fifteen minutes…”
And then Elle’s face broke into a snicker. A smirk. A preen of triumph.
“To be clear, I am the victim of R.A.P.E.” She enunciated each word, making it an acronym. “Really Average Penis Energy.”
She leaned in, and playfully flicked my flaccid cock with her nails. I cringed.
“I mean, look at this thing! It’s mid as fuck!”
The dispatcher took crazy-ass phone calls for a living, yet this stopped her cold.
Three seconds of silence, then… “Ma’am…? Excuse me? Are you—”
Click. Elle hung up the call, and fist-pumped.
“Booyah! I win, Cry-an!”
I sagged back against a shelf, trying to regain control of myself.
“Elle…” my heart was still accelerating for some reason. “That was a really, really fucked up thing you just did. Oh my God…”
She laughed, and did an impression of me. “Almost like it’s an act of bravery, huh.”
God, never pick a fight with an actress. They make you look like chopped liver. “There’s a limit. You crossed the line right there.”
She rolled her eyes “I scared you with a phone call. Is that the line that was crossed here? Fine. Let’s go to our parents and confess. You can tell them you fucked me up the ass, and I’ll tell them about the 911 call. Sound good?”
No. Not particularly.
“But the game was supposed to be fun,” I mumbled pathetically, feeling the sand erode beneath me. “And you made it…not fun.”
“Ha. Don’t worry. I had enough fun for both of us.” When I had no answer, she snatched up the hundred bucks, and kissed them. “Yay, I win the game! You can clean up. And make sure you wash my panties and return them to me.”
I shrugged. When you’re cooked, you’re cooked.
Elle smoothed the wrinkles out of her halter-neck dress, fixed her hair, and stepped out of the pantry.
I watched my thick sperm roll down her hamstring, stitching a white thread down her thigh. Then the dress spilled down to cover it, and it was like I’d seen nothing.
She left. The door went thud. I was sealed inside with my heartbeat, my thoughts, and my breath. None of the these seemed worth much.
Outside, I heard a man ring the doorbell. “Pizza!”
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