Tuesday he walked in while I was still on the couch from the night before.
The toy was in. Three loads from Sunday plus whatever had leaked and been pushed back were sealed behind it. I’d sent the picture at midnight—legs spread, base of the toy shiny, caption still full. He locked the door, looked at me, and pulled the toy out slow. The gush that followed was thick and obscene, running down onto the cushion that had given up looking like furniture.
“Good. You kept it. On your back. Legs up. I’m taking two in your cunt first. Then your throat. Then one more if you can still hold it. The money doesn’t matter anymore. This is just collection.”
He shoved my knees to my chest and pushed in. I was swollen, open, soaked with days of him. He sank deep and started f*****g me hard, each thrust f
