Skinny little Jenny lay face down, ass high in the air. A thin sheen of perspiration shone along the bony ridge of her spine as she arched her back. She positioned herself to accommodate the large strap-on I guided into her smooth, pink slit.
The contrast between her pale, diminutive form and the big leather sofa was agreeable. She spread herself open and whimpered as the thick shaft stretched her slippery pussy wide.
I pulled the big silicone cock out of her dripping slot and grabbed a fistful of her ivory hair. Lost in a soft cascade of ecstasy, she rotated her hips and offered herself to me.
I held a glass of whiskey in my free hand and delighted at its potent alcoholic flavor. I filled her completely as she disappeared into a white haze.
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I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught of light stabbing its way through the bedroom window. I woke realizing that despite the generous quantity of whiskey I drank over the past month, I still despised the stuff.