Till Summer Do Us Part

by Meghan Quinn

and she wrapped her arm around me to start stroking me. It was heaven. Then she saw that I didn’t zip the sleeping bag all the way up, so she leaned forward, pulled it toward her, and, in one tug, zipped up the sleeping bag and my frenulum along with it.” Oh my GOD! Also, who says frenulum? “Shit,” Sanders says in a whisper and a wince while he slowly closes his legs together. “We’re talking your penis skin, right?” “Sadly, we are.” Horrified, because how loose is the skin down there if a “full mast” penis can be zipped up, and needing to desperately defend myself, I say, “I…I didn’t know his penis was there.” “She always underestimates the size of my dick. The only time she remembers is when I bottom out inside her and she can practically taste me in her throat.” I seriously think I might faint, because the wheels have fallen off. “Anyway, that night, she became the Serial Zipper.”

“Yikes, who is that supposed to be?” Chad asks from behind me. I look over my shoulder and stare up at him. “Your mother. Did I not capture her correctly?” His face falls flat, and Wilder lets out a bark of a laugh while I sit there stunned, because where the hell did that come from? I don’t think I’ve ever been that quick on my feet. Ever. Yet I oddly feel really proud. “Cute,” Chad says, moving away from me. “Let me know her address so I can send it to her.”

Im so dead that was funny ass shit lol