Kaity

“Oh God. He’s quoting Tolstoy and touching me. I’m done for.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked

“What's going on here?" Buck asks just as loudly, gesturing wildly with his giant, hairy knuckled hands.
"I'm sucking his dick," I say sarcastically. Sometimes I wish my mouth didn't have a faulty connection to my brain allowing everything to come out unfiltered.
Alex coughs, his fingers twitching on my hip, and Buck's face turns an unnatural shade of red. This is such an odd situation; the awkwardness causes me to continue to spew idiocy.
"Fine, you got me. I wasn't sucking his dick. We were fucking each other's mouths with our tongues. This is otherwise referred to as kissing, but mouth fucking sounds way dirtier, so I'm gonna go with that.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked

“In the background, the stuffed beaver I gave her hangs from a ceiling fan with a makeshift noose tied around his neck.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked

“What do you want, douche-whore? Haven’t you ruined my night enough by interrupting my mouth fucking session with your fuckhot teammate? Now you have to disturb my masturbation session, too?”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked