Chapter 24
Poppy
Something bigger.
Something with bumps and ridges.
Oh my god.
It's a pickle.
One of the big fat ones that came as a garnish on his plate, and he's pushing it against my p.u.s.s.y entrance.
Holy f.u.c.k.
My eyes fly to his face but he's looking at Mom, completely calm, nodding along as she talks...