The Mutant Strain (Kissing the Coronavirus #3)

by M.J. Edwards

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

True poetry

She sipped a glass of Monet and ate some nuts, wishing they were another sort of nut she could be chewing instead (hehe).

She’s just like me fr

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

Her breasts thundered together like boulders clashing under a crescent moon.

her own tongue now comparable to a hairless ferret, snaking its way down the intern’s throat