Kaity

“I can’t wait to have my mouth on you again. I’m gonna eat you like I’m on death row and you’re my last goddamned meal.”
― 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'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

“So help me God, if you’re taking advice from your penis, I’m going to clock you myself.”
― Helena Hunting, Pucked