The Fucking Cunt

He whispers against my ear, as he fucks. I could tell when you first came in with dinner. Gina was here all day. Well, shit, he knows. You really do look like her, but I know Gina a little better than you think. But I have to tell you, you're a much better lay. My rising orgasm is bored with the direction the conversation is taking, so I smash the back of my skull against his nose. Spinning, I send a sharp, vicious left elbow right into his liver. He still got the glock and attempts to point at me while fighting the pull of gravity. Blood runs steadily from his busted nose. The gun bounces from