There was slapping flesh, saliva-stained tongues dancing and wrapping each other. A spectacle of fat caressing a lady of plastic and implants.
They scattered the entire room in an attempt to stick the pencil in a hole... it wasn't going great.
"I want you in me," said the blonde-haired 'service worker' with a soft moan but tried secretly snatching a buck from the drawers.
Her actions proved futile as the two-hundred-pounder propelled her to the bed. His face of fat squeezed with lecherous depraved expressions.
"In you, I, shall enter."
A flailing 'rod' swung upon each step, the man's weight shaking the earth beneath.
The blob of fat crawled atop the bed; fondling the mattress while heading for the revolted woman ahead.
"Come here, come here…" The man stopped, eyes as if seen a ghost.
The throat lost its voice.
Everything turned quiet. Dread lingered.
Behind the prostitute, a silhouette lingered behind the window.
