V.

I am stretched across the bed like a sacrifice, my elbows pinned beneath coarse, fleshy palms. I let my head drop back from the edge of the mattress, opening my mouth slightly to press my wet lips against his coarse-haired scrotum.

A slender, reptilian tongue penetrates my ass, then withdraws to trace intricate patterns towards my vulva. Delicate, enamelled fingertips cradle my buttocks. My own fingertips comb tendrils of long black hair strewn across my pelvis. I want to whisper her name but I can’t remember it.

I lap the head of his thick-veined cock as it enters my mouth, rivulets of saliva spilling from my lips. It probes beyond the back of my tongue, into the upper cavity of my throat. I stifle the urge to gag.

My legs are pushed up and apart, my hips tilted upwards. I feel the contours of her nose and lips pressed against my cunt, her spider-like fingers crawling inside me.

I can taste the sweet, slightly ammoniac seep of his pre-ejaculate. Shoot it into my throat. Skull fuck me. Choke me with your cock so I can’t breathe and the blood pounds in my temples as I come. I struggle to free my arms from his grasp then reach back with both to trap his hips and pull them towards my face. I want to swallow his cock. My gullet constricts, trapping it. It pulses like a frightened animal against my tongue.

My lungs depleted, I can’t even grunt as I come. Panicked, I shove him away. He resists for an instant before pulling his cock from my aching throat. It’s like a dagger being drawn from a wound, hot blood welling from torn flesh. He grips its hilt as it spurts across my lips and teeth. Bitter-sweet semen pools beneath my tongue.