“Did you
know that Jesus kept the company of a, well a girl like…”
“You mean a
whore, like me? And I aint no girl honey” The Smoking Whore said, lifting the
slither of fabric she called a skirt, tucking her hand inside her stained, once
silken panties and pulling a scabbed and swollen penis out into the morning
light.
- Coffee and Sugar (extract) ₢2013 C. Sean McGee
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