“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. “I’m not wearing another man’s skin, bones.” My voice is the definition of firm, unlike that dick in her hands. She stands up and lowers her jeans to her knees. “Then just stuff it inside me or something. I need to feel it.” I’m
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