sometimes he wokefuck what others
might thinknot that that was often a remedial
consideration and poured himself a tumbler of whiskey to sip with his tin
cup of fresh ground fresh made black coffee
mebbe the only failing of his
proposition was a fresh lit cigarette straight Camel
Lucky Strike Players Navy Cut
but then he was getting exotic
he
remembered a Irish girl he bedded in Miami who smoked Players she laid on the bed after they tossed it furiously
most the night the sun reddening the sky
painting the ceiling she smoked a Players tapped it into a small glass ashtray balanced
in the hollow of her belly just above her bush
there was something mighty sensual from where he kneeled at the foot of
the bed threads of smoke seemed to rise out of her still glistening pussy made him think of breakfast pancakeshe was
hungry Sinéad you wanna bite she laughed gayly he couldnt see her face he missed her
dimples she set the ashtray burning cigarette on the bed beside her and spread her legs Dun mind if ey do he laughed then rising on his knees stretching out to her
he grabbed her by the hips and dragged her towards his mouth Then well have breakfast eh Then
she said
she grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled hard
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