Chapter 35

Poppy

On the second day of Christmas, Santa gave to me- Two hands a-groping

And a c.u.mshot on the ass cheeks.

I stopped breathing.

Mr Livingstone's c.o.c.k was short but curved and flushed pink. There was a thick vein running the underside, and his fist was pumping it slowly. The turgid pink head was swollen. There was prec.u.m already beading at the slit, and the glass was right there catching every drip.

I should have looked away.

I did not look away.

His eyes opened and he found me standing in the kitchen doorway holding a juice carton with my mouth open.

He did not stop pumping his...