CHURCH COUNTRY GIRLS
03. Hickspo Queans
May 2019:
“How can someone SMELL hot?” Darren thought to himself, adjusting a very public sweatpants hardon. He didn’t need to look back to know he was infected with T-9.
He didn’t need to look to the back of the train to see that she had humungous, enormous, veiny titties. . .
“Oh, you LIKE that about us hickspo chicks, do ya?” She spritzed something fruity in between them. They smelled and sounded absolutely fat and gigantic.
Without seeing her, he knows that she reached into her purse and procured a slick, sodden, dripping pair of undies. For someone much smaller. For a skinny girl. They smelled ripped. Torn.
“How THAT smell, now, baby?” she purred in a country accent.