Everything about it was like living out a wet dream . . . well, not everything. There she was, tits bouncing in my face, rocking over my erection as I brought the cup of coffee up to my mouth. The smell was . . . heinous. But coffee can be sour sometimes, so I took a sip, and that was when the white light of death flashed before my eyes. I felt the skin on my face peel back. My teeth pushed forward, out of my mouth, like a horse reaching for a carrot. And my armpit hairs twisted in a spiral, indicating the Grim Reaper was on his way, my name on a tombstone being carefully carried in his
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