“That’s almost like incest for you, isn’t it, Blueberry? Or is cross-pollination more accurate? I bet that melon is the best looking f**k you have ever had, and probably the tightest–so much nicer than Lilya’s greedy, dripping cunt. I don’t think I’ve seen a man who loves melons quite as much as you!”
He was fretting with the humiliation of my derision but if anything it was making him even hornier. He was trying to no avail to keep his eyes from the bizarre spectacle of my shiny gloved fist sliding in and out of the girl. Suddenly he gave up his resistance. It was either the sight of Lilya withdrawing her fingers and pulling mercilessly at her own c**t as she came again, the added thrill of my relentless ridicule, or maybe just the realisation that his pointless prick would never have to
