You stroked me through my clothes, through my vest and my panties. Carefully and gently, to make sure you wouldn’t get to see the blood, to make sure the blood would not splash right onto your face. Or onto your groomed hands with filed nails. And you were thinking to yourself: Come on; give me a blowjob and go.
By Marta Dzido
Artist: Agnieszka Sandomierz
