. . . across from us bit into the cold peach.
The fruit's nectar bled out from the corners of her mouth, creating a thin drizzle that slid down to her chin and ran along the slope of her neck. Her lips smacking as she chewed.
"Eating a good peach is like eating pussy," she offered before taking another bite of the peach.
I looked at her, my eyes mildly disturbed at this image. "So what you're saying is that these peaches are gonna make my face itch?"
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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