Abbigail was on her knees in the middle of the dance floor again while some skeevy guy she didn’t know pissed into her mouth and hit on her girlfriend. The acrid taste had taken a little getting used to, but getting used as a urinal had happened every day since she’d turned eighteen, so she’d had time to learn to like it or at least to deal with it…
“Just because you can make us drink your piss and you can fuck her over a table, doesn’t mean you’ve got any chance of taking either of us on a date, dumbass,” she thought. “You’re not her type.”
He shook the last few drops of his piss onto Abbigail’s face while she swallowed what was in her mouth.
“So, after I fuck your ass, you wanna give me your number?” he asked Courtney.
“Um… I have a girlfriend,” she said. “The one you just used as a urinal. I mean, fuck me in the ass all you want, but I only go on dates with her.”
“Damn… Okay, I’ll just settle for your ass then,” he said. “You want to eat her out while I pound her ass?”
“Sure,” Abbigail said. “Why not.”
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