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"her ass"
the question hit my ear like water to hot grease it ended in a please and, like lovers who love not to argue i said ‘yes.’
undressing and watching him for the slightest change in temperament classifying his mood as giddy and i suspended in the mockery of the question.
folded in the pit of his arm we lent eyes to the images on the screen.
“i cannot watch ths” but his eyes were concentrated on this asian thing too uncomfortably put together to be a woman as she bent her ass downward to create artificial moans we watched quietly as she swallowed and choked laughed and pleaded for the drips to drop again.
i waited for it the movement of his thigh a tilt in his head a heavier breath on my brow anything to insinuate an erection as the asian thing climbed atop high heeled big breasted bare boned barely any meat on her ass
he checked my inbetweens for readiness my mouth for willingness i tried to camouflage disgust the asian thing fucking in the periphery of my lovemaking the light of the screen shattering on my breasts and I look at the asian thing turned demon black haired and evil eyed galloping wide as shoulders the inarticulate screams becoming backlashes and curses death sentences for the skull cuts for the arms this asian thing opening up and swallowing his erection from inside of me.
the laughter the demon laughs when she is satiated the way he stares at me and says “lift up slowly” and i do to be accommodating.
this is too vulgar to commit to memory, so i reduce it to a pain.
silence confirms my stance. women, like me, need to throw something need to hit something need somebody else to hurt too when sucking teeth and cutting eyes are no longer sufficient.
“She aint built nothing like me. Just look at that bitch- just look at her ass. She aint nothing like me look at her ass.”