Ugh, why do I feel so guilty for killing these things? Blowjob sex Justin and I will hike ahead for a bit. Is the womb worm trying to make me come? “I could actually use a bit of privacy right now…”
Erica nods rapidly. The last twelve days have been an endless haze of sweet torture. That wasn’t the proboscis tickling me all that time, I think, staring in horror at the writhing mass of salmon-colored parasite hatchlings squirming and swimming energetically in the thick layer of slime that gushed out onto my panty liners. Forty minutes later, we arrive at the Ocean Pond Camp, and the worm is only just starting to calm down. I mean, if these are hatching, the ones in the penises of the guys I fucked have probably also hatched, I think, squatting when I feel something tickling both the inside of my vagina and right in my cervical hole. And, while the foot long sausage of a parasite slithers around, I inspect my
