Lies Through Paper Thin Walls

Earlier in the day He’d begun to bleed again.  Always close to a scab…healed but with scar potential hopes had been ripped wide again.

(STOP PICKING AT IT OR YOU’LL NEVER HEAL)

So clever He thought Himself…His 2 & 1/2 reason chirade…and then it began….the bleeding

I wonder…is she somewhere else as she rides His cock?  her arms locked and crossed tightly between shoulder blades with rough unforgiving Sissel.  female breath…labored due to the tightly framed breasts…she fights to keep up with her lungs need…balancing the growing need for permission to come

I listen to T/them through My apartment walls and remember.  I listen to her muffled moans and think…must be a panel gag.

I hear faint slaps and the  resulting muffled squeels…her pain pleasure…her pain His pleasure…

Feeling her heat…warm and moist…tightening around His shaft…explosion.

My bed cold except for the indentation where I lay (lie)

Broken rules with no ending…perhaps His lie was too perfect