The box rips apart at the seams, the most beautiful rainbow of dildos and vibrators flying through the air between us in—I swear to God—slow fucking motion. Jennie’s eyes lock with mine, wide and horrified, as a particularly meaty fucker with a suction cup base slaps me across the face. It clatters to the ground, the length of it—why the hell is it so damn long?—pumping up and down and winding in circles, spinning around the hardwood like a bad break-dancer.
