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Authors: Piquette Fontaine
did not drift to her bush, but remained on the plate of food.
"Have you ever cracked an egg with another?"
Still, nothing sounded in the restaurant but that asynchronous tick. The air was stagnant, thick on Shana's bare skin. The man touched Shana's forearm and picked it up, clutching either side with his forefinger and thumb. Her fingers grabbed the narrow end of the egg, his the rounder one. Magnetically linked by this unfertilized embryo, they smacked the egg against the edge of the oblong plate in perfect unison. Opaque red ooze drenched the whole of the garlic head, saturating its papery skin. Shana wished to look her table mate in the eyes, to ease herself by way of some nonverbal explanation, some sign that this did not mean what she thought, whatever it was that she thought. Frankly, she had no idea.
"You would like for me to take you," he said. He still only stared at the garlic.
"Yes," Shana confirmed through a wisp of breath.
"Why would you like for me to take you?"
Shana only swallowed. She could feel the cold of the vinyl booth thanks to the thin dribble of liquid on the underside of her thigh.
"You wish for me to take you because you have never cracked an egg with another before.” The Witness finally looked at her, not examining her bare body, but instead her entire face, taking a mental scan from the chin up as if he planned on sketching this visage later on.
Shana reached into the a pocket inside the leather jacket and pulled out a fourth egg, this one larger than the others. She placed it in his pinky-less hand and crawled atop the table. She placed herself prone on her hands and knees, as if praying eastwards in a mosque, and took the egg from the Witness's hand. The narrow part of the egg perched perfectly in taut valley cleaving her buttocks.
In anticipation, her breathing turned tonal like some sort of cooing hyena. Yet the table mate simply stared at the plate of fallen food.
"I wish for you to take me." At this command he was inside of her. His legs must have been abnormally long in order get inside of her without lowering her hips at all.
As he thrust with precise gyrations and the more his member’s pulsations grew mechanical, the more Shana lost herself in this clockwork, the more the egg wobbled back and forth in evermore precarious balance. He hit some spot and steam from Shana's breath fogged the salt shaker right in front of her face.
"Touch me." He vigorously pawed the front of her labia. The egg wobbled more violently. She feared for the unborn life that would be lost were that egg to break. It wobbled more, yet deeper she receded into her own head, into some velvet sauna filling with steam bliss. As rigid as her lover’s remained, his cock seemed to slither every which way, ticking every conceivable corner and even those she could not conceive of. The egg rocked, starting to fall backwards towards his pelvis. She could not bring herself to call "no" aloud. Instead, she let him continue, with the egg growing ever more unsettled. The man machine made the egg finally lose root and start tumbling backwards down her butt. He craned over her to rub her scalp through her hair, to bite her ear lobe. In the process, the egg cracked into her anus and the ooze enveloped their genitalia like a sensual amniotic fluid. She let out an orgasmic roar, a coyote howling at the blood moon. This howl rattled the whole house. Suze ran to Shana's bed, finding her sister writhing in sweat soaked bedsheets, bellowing a sound that was half cry, half climax. Entering the room slowly so as to not induce panic were her sister to wake in that moment, Suze eased onto the side of the bed, planting her hand on Shana's shoulder. The sister's eyes opened but it was damn near a minute before Shana realized she was awake.
"It's dark outside."
"That it is, hun."
"How long was I out?"
"About 11 hours. I think your probably good and
"Have you ever cracked an egg with another?"
Still, nothing sounded in the restaurant but that asynchronous tick. The air was stagnant, thick on Shana's bare skin. The man touched Shana's forearm and picked it up, clutching either side with his forefinger and thumb. Her fingers grabbed the narrow end of the egg, his the rounder one. Magnetically linked by this unfertilized embryo, they smacked the egg against the edge of the oblong plate in perfect unison. Opaque red ooze drenched the whole of the garlic head, saturating its papery skin. Shana wished to look her table mate in the eyes, to ease herself by way of some nonverbal explanation, some sign that this did not mean what she thought, whatever it was that she thought. Frankly, she had no idea.
"You would like for me to take you," he said. He still only stared at the garlic.
"Yes," Shana confirmed through a wisp of breath.
"Why would you like for me to take you?"
Shana only swallowed. She could feel the cold of the vinyl booth thanks to the thin dribble of liquid on the underside of her thigh.
"You wish for me to take you because you have never cracked an egg with another before.” The Witness finally looked at her, not examining her bare body, but instead her entire face, taking a mental scan from the chin up as if he planned on sketching this visage later on.
Shana reached into the a pocket inside the leather jacket and pulled out a fourth egg, this one larger than the others. She placed it in his pinky-less hand and crawled atop the table. She placed herself prone on her hands and knees, as if praying eastwards in a mosque, and took the egg from the Witness's hand. The narrow part of the egg perched perfectly in taut valley cleaving her buttocks.
In anticipation, her breathing turned tonal like some sort of cooing hyena. Yet the table mate simply stared at the plate of fallen food.
"I wish for you to take me." At this command he was inside of her. His legs must have been abnormally long in order get inside of her without lowering her hips at all.
As he thrust with precise gyrations and the more his member’s pulsations grew mechanical, the more Shana lost herself in this clockwork, the more the egg wobbled back and forth in evermore precarious balance. He hit some spot and steam from Shana's breath fogged the salt shaker right in front of her face.
"Touch me." He vigorously pawed the front of her labia. The egg wobbled more violently. She feared for the unborn life that would be lost were that egg to break. It wobbled more, yet deeper she receded into her own head, into some velvet sauna filling with steam bliss. As rigid as her lover’s remained, his cock seemed to slither every which way, ticking every conceivable corner and even those she could not conceive of. The egg rocked, starting to fall backwards towards his pelvis. She could not bring herself to call "no" aloud. Instead, she let him continue, with the egg growing ever more unsettled. The man machine made the egg finally lose root and start tumbling backwards down her butt. He craned over her to rub her scalp through her hair, to bite her ear lobe. In the process, the egg cracked into her anus and the ooze enveloped their genitalia like a sensual amniotic fluid. She let out an orgasmic roar, a coyote howling at the blood moon. This howl rattled the whole house. Suze ran to Shana's bed, finding her sister writhing in sweat soaked bedsheets, bellowing a sound that was half cry, half climax. Entering the room slowly so as to not induce panic were her sister to wake in that moment, Suze eased onto the side of the bed, planting her hand on Shana's shoulder. The sister's eyes opened but it was damn near a minute before Shana realized she was awake.
"It's dark outside."
"That it is, hun."
"How long was I out?"
"About 11 hours. I think your probably good and
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