The skirt flops wetly to her legs, sucking to them, now entirely drenched chocolate brown (inside and out). Fuck him! Hindi sex She drops the white skirt over and the radiant bridal look is re-established (as if nothing has changed) – except for the rage she shows and the sticky orange hands. Tiffany waddles to the phone, such an unbelievably gross, smelling, disgusting thing to do – FUCK. Wet, black gooey liquid quickly fills the void, then spreads up and out, along the line of dress at the illusion border, and pours over in two filthy black oil-slicks. Max: “CUT – That’s a wrap folks!”
A short fire-siren ring sounded, sunlight through the curtains snapped to darkness, the flashing lights on the manned couple of video cameras stopped blinking, the guy with the
