I Am Trying To Break Your Sex Laws #11

“Is finding out she’s a single mom a complete erection killer?” – Eve

Here we go, Eve. Hope this helps.

B&E

The dry wall chaffs my chest as he presses himself against the back pockets of my jeans, his throbbing desire aching to widen my cheeks.

‘You like that baby’, John grunts. I nod. He unbuttons my pants, unbuttons his. I can feel his warm spit crawling past my exit only sign. I can feel his crowbar prying his way in. 

‘I don’t think you’ll make it past the guard dogs, baby.’ I cringe as the head burrows in. I don’t want him to know how much I like this, how I want my blood slicked all over him, marking him as mine.

I deserve this for trying to steal money from the top drawer of her dresser, for refusing to go to my dad’s place on the weekend, for refusing to get a summer job. I think she hasn’t had dick in three years. I’ll fix it.

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Hiding the sleeping pill was the easy part. Taking usable photos though wasn’t. I avoided anything above the neck, below the waist unless I rolled her on her stomach. I made sure I didn’t get the lotus ankle tattoo or the birthmark shaped like Rhode Island on her right wrist. I’ll sift through the cock photos for you, mom. Anything to make this right.

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