Mask(s) of Venom
Late one night you see your girlfriend saunter into the living room with a mischievous look in her eye. You can tell she wants something, but you can’t tell what. Her sweatpants hug her swaying narrow hips loosely as she approaches. The couch you sit on squeaks as you adjust yourself, preparing for her to plant herself in the spot next to you. Standing at the lip of the seat she positions herself, her small, firm ass positioned just at eye level. With a long sigh she drops down on the couch with a matching “whump”. Wasting no time she snuggles next to you, nuzzling her face into your shoulder. For a moment there’s only the sound of the TV and her slow breathing. “Whatcha watchin?” her husky voice rumbles near your ear. You knew the silence was too good to be true - and by the way she said it you knew she wanted an answer. “Magnum P.I.” you mutter back. “Oh” she says, feigning interest “looks old”. “Think it’s from the 80’s or something. My parents watched it a lot when I wa