chemical peel, blush: coral
2018 - 07

She bends you over the bed of your Airbnb and pushes down with a clasped grip on your neck, sliding her fingers inside you slowly from behind. Your asshole reminds her more of the pedicel of an orange than a rosebud. Someone spills a jug of water outside your door, and in a distracted moment you notice that your tits and belly hang down lower than you’d like. The sun pours through the open window, and you look out at the wall of fires burning on the horizon. Your dog sits outside politely and stares at you. You pretend to cum.

Blackstaff Mill, Belfast