“Wait,”” she gasps.”
— “”What?”” I moan, puzzled but almost there.“”Luis is a despicable twit,”” she gasps, trying to push me out of her.“”Yes,”” I say, leaning on top of her, tonguing her ear. “”Luis is a despicable twit. I hate him too,”” and now, spurred on by her disgust for her wimp boyfriend, I start moving faster, my climax approaching.“”No, you idiot,”” she groans. “”I said Is it a receptacle tip? Not ‘Is Luis a despicable twit.’ Is it a receptacle tip? Get off me.””“”Is what a what? I moan.“”Pull out,”” she groans, struggling.“”I’m ignoring you,”” I say, moving my mouth down on her small perfect nipples, both of them stiff, sitting on hard, big tits.“”Pull out, goddamnit!”” she screams.“”What do you want, Courtney?”” I grunt, slowing my thrusts down until I finally straighten up and then I’m just kneeling over her, my cock still half inside. She hunches back against the headboard and my dick slides out.– Bret Easton Ellis
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