The Mutant Strain (Kissing the Coronavirus #3)

by M.J. Edwards

thought of it sent her vagina spinning like a thing that spins a lot.

her pussy so wet it was like a sunburnt sea lion fresh out of the ocean.

sheer memory was enough to send an orgasm rippling through her body like her vagina had been filled with bees.

She was happy with a dick clumsily fucking her soapy tits like an eager boy scout cleaning a car windscreen with a slab of chorizo, a vagina rubbing gently against her forearm like a chewed beefburger, or anything in between. She just loved genitals. She loved touching genitals, kissing genitals, and putting things inside her own—and of course other people's—genitals. ​The

she had false teeth, she’d be good at licking her pussy like a dog licking the filling out of an Oreo…

​She felt a tingle in her vagina, like she had just dipped it in vinegar.

​Suddenly, without warning, shockingly, the air hostess dove vagina-first towards Dr Amyson, and the two locked themselves in an embrace tighter than a Yorkshireman haggling at a car boot sale. First their lips entangled, their tongues combating one another, giving off just a slight tingle like electric eels battling for dominance inside a smooth, pink cave. Dr Amyson felt her breasts inflate with anticipation as she snatched at her counterpart’s boobies, which were equally as impressive.

​She leaned in closer to the screen. It said, New variant found: VG1NA.

​Hello, my beautiful, ​Thank you for that wonderful sex today, however I come bearing news. ​Please self-isolate. I have been found to be carrying a brand-new variant of the Coronavirus known as VG1NA. ​Please tell your local authorities. ​I’m sorry, my princess. ​Dr Amyson x

dropped to her knees and began slurping at it like she’d been shipwrecked on an island for weeks and Dr Amyson’s vagina was a delicious glass of Pepsi. ​Power

rubbed their vaginas together and moaned and it felt incredible, even better than the time she watched porn with her ex-mother-in-law.