“ I don’t know what it is about him. He treats me like shit,
talks down to me, verbally and emotionally abuses me, and I still run to him. I
mean, the sex is amazing, but can it possibly be so good that I can forgive all
the other shit?” She laughed. “He does have the most amazing cock. It’s thick
and points at the perfect angle to hit me in just the right spot. It fills my
pussy so fucking perfectly…”
“Um, Ma’am?” He looked around, a little embarrassed. “This
is Ikea, I’m just a salesmen, not a shrink.”
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Ha, ha, that's funny. I reread the flash after knowing the ending. Poor thing just needed someone to talk to.
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ReplyDeleteWickedly funny flash loved it
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