Oh, thank god Laurie’s here; I thought I was going to kill myself. I hum a single, desperate tone as I clench my jaw and tighten my eyes. Xnxx Every drive sends her neck reeling back and her lips opening wide. My head falls back and rests on Tom’s shoulder as I pant pathetic breaths of ecstasy. Still, I have my dignity. “Hey Tom,” Eleanor says, “you got a date to the prom yet?”
“I’m not going to prom,” I grumble, “it’s too expensive.”
“It’s an archaic tradition created by racists, it’s a fascist construct that strips people of their individuality, it’s a corporate sham that preys on the insecurities of teenagers,” Laurie teases, “or it’s just too damn expensive. No, she looks…excited; interesting. Tom walks into the doorframe, staring at me, wearing nothing at all. I throw away the last of my pride, and accept who I really am. In and out, in and out; she pushes her entire fist into me, and then withdraws, pulling out some of my pink, inner flesh with each retreat.
