10/05/2026 12:29

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I could still taste the meat, the blood, feel it going down Richard's throat. It was as if ma petite slipped into me. Why is it that you think you're the only woman that can handle this kind of shit? I lifted eyebrows, but didn't say anything for a count of five. Too tired for much of anything.

I couldn't tell who one of them was. 9The first person I saw when I hit the parking lot wasn't any of the men, it was Ronnie. I didn't remember him being this wide, not quite this long; of course he hadn't been pressed this tight to his own stomach, as if the very ripeness of his flesh was almost too much to contain. His blue jeans and the solid line of his black belt looked fine against the red sheets.