“...and Ama Clutch was gone, and the overly subordinate pillowcase took a small spill of human juice from the edge of her slackened mouth.”

“Teasingly she took the apple from his mouth. Juice ran down his chin. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned over and licked the sweet juice from his chin.I will have to admit though, that I will never look at an apple in quite the same way.”

“Pleasing a woman, hearing the sultry words spill from her lips as he pushed her over the edge, that’s what got him off.”

“She could already feel small waves of her juices fall from her newly-broken pussy, making a damp spot under her ass.”

“Ash clutched his faded backpack and dragged his pillowcase of belongings up the stairs. They seemed like nice people. That scared him more. He never lasted long with the nice ones.”

“She had sand in her mouth and between her toes, the briny wind raising goose bumps on her skin, and the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.She could, at that moment, have died for him.”