Fucking the Nympho Back to Life, Part 5
Please start reading at Part 1 of this post.
“Hey, why the fuck are you still wearing that?” I asked, pointing at Honeydick’s shirt.
“Oh I’m sorry,” he said, looking around as if surprised to see that the shirt hadn’t already flung itself from his body. He pulled it off with a flourish.
Oh. My. God. I couldn’t help but stare.





