Page 168 of Forgotten Comeback
There’s a woman in a green dress that’s hiked up to her waist; she’s bent over, being fucked from behind by one man, while her lips are wrapped around another man’s penis.
“This is a sex club,” I say dumbly.
“Yes. Care to partake?”
Me, partake?
I’m vanilla as they come. Not even speciality store Madagascar vanilla, but vanilla extract in the little plastic bottle from the supermarket shelf.
The woman pulls off of the man’s penis, her orgasm ripping through her body as she cries out.
I’m shocked. And if I’m being honest, I’m a little aroused.
“Beautiful, wasn’t that?”
I turn around to find a man in a mask watching from behind us. All the little hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end when his eyes lock with mine.
His gray eyes.
