She’s skinning it. The sound of whatever is inside my own dick hitting the ground twists my stomach out of principle. That’s a sound no one should hear. She turns to look at me, the flap of flaccid skin dangling from her fingers. “I want you to wear him,” she says. The intensity in her eyes burns through me. “Uh, what?” I ask, though I’m kind of afraid to fucking hear what she means. What she said is bad enough. She stretches the skin between both hands. “I want you to fuck me with his dick. Wear his dick skin over your dick skin.” Yup, her explanation is way worse. Way worse. I shake my head.
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