“Even despite the fuck, the boy’s golden curls and plush, cherry pink mouth stood before his eyes. That mouth. It was a cross between an angel’s mouth and a whore’s. He wanted to fucking wreck it. He’d” — Alessandra Hazard Copy Share Image
“Brain: You have no problem getting off, shut your whore mouth. Body: Did you just call my mouth a whore?” — Jay McLean Copy Share Image
