Chapter 595

My breathing got heavy, and I could feel the warmth radiating from Christy as her face got even closer to mine.

“That would be the party for them,” she continued. “But the fantasy for me would be the next day. I could lie in bed all day doing bumps of coke and using my magic wand to play with my pussy watching the video of what a slut I was and didn’t even remember. Because it would have to be videotaped. I want to know what a real slut I am. I bet I could cum a hundred times watching that.”

“Jesus,” I muttered.

“Do you want to know what my record is?” Christy asked, her voice pregnant with seduction.

“Record for what?” I asked, the words guttural.

“Oh, good point,” she said with a giggle. “My record for dicks in a day is six. For orgasms? It’s seventy-seven.”

“You’re joking,” I said, speaking with more strength.

“Nope,” she said. “I counted every last one. But do you want to know the only tragedy about my story?”

I merely nodded. Jess