Re: Ernest/Abi
"They can wonder all they fucking want," she really couldn't give a damn what people thought about her around here. Everyone had a past and a story to tell, she realised, and if anyone found happiness it was a good thing. Abi wanted something real and if this wasn't real then she'd rather be dead. "Oh fuck Hemingway..." she felt the burn from her thigh as he hooked her leg up closer to her chest and wondered if he'd fit inside her. She hadn't told him how big he really was compared to everyone else's she'd seen in real life but - fuck - he was big.
She stretched around him slowly, gasping and whimpering a little as he went deeper and deeper. If only he knew how much this pushed her, his head wouldn't fit out the damn door. "Yesyesyesyes..." she could feel the wood pressing into her flesh a little as he pressed into her. "Don'tstopfuuuuck..."