Chapter 26 Greased & Fucked In Room 7--Ii

• She lay there—legs spread, cunt leaking, hair a mess of sex and sweat. He watched her like she was art. Not the delicate, paint-me-like-one-of-your-girls kind. No, she was pornographic. A masterpiece of filth.
• He lit a cigarette, still half-naked, and leaned against the wall like he hadn’t just fucked the vowels out of her. Smoke curled from his lips as he stared at the wet between her thighs, thick with his cum.
• “You ever fuck him after I’ve had you?” he asked, voice like sandpaper.