"I'm not calling you a whore..."
He said it with a straight face.
He absolutely called her a whore earlier.
"I'm just saying…"
He paused, slowly pointing to the beast hanging between his legs.
"Your pussy needs this."
Thwump.
The monster flopped forward like it had heard its name called in a roll call. Slapped against his thigh.
The head looked at her—no, stared into her fucking soul.
"I-It doesn't! My pussy doesn't want... whatever that is! I-I have a husband!"
Her voice cracked like a guilty schoolgirl.
And Rae just laughed.
"Yeah. And I bet that husband's dick is the size of my pinky. Maybe smaller."
"No offense to Alex and his emotional support noodle."
Alice looked like she was about to combust.
"It's not! His is... big! Bigger than... than that thing!" she blurted.
A lie. A blatant, trembling, wide-eyed lie.
Her gaze, however, refused to break from the throbbing green monster staring her down like it owned her holes already.
