#strangebedfellow

Susan’s infection had spread.

But so did her legs.

The daily grind 

Of her hips against my

Man pussy.

Her clit throbs,

The skin on her member

Looking to burst.

“Are you ready, Salvatore?”

Pushing my legs over my head as her

ENGORGED CLITORIS

Penetrates my man pussy.

The sweat dripping down her mustache

As her armpit muscles pulsate.

The inflamed beansprout

Minutes away from 

Expressing its yellowy exudate.

She'd blown her pus on me twice already.

"C'mon. Squeeze out one more."

Her clit, rubbed raw by the

80-thread count sheets. 

Without another word,

She dismounted,

Her body prostrate to the floor.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

The pus ran along