Half a Man

"Alright, fine..."

July finally gave in, her smile so fake it could've been slapped on with a paintbrush.

She knew this was her only shot to get out of this mess, but Lenon? Oh, he was in his own little fantasyland, thinking she was all into him, practically prancing like he'd just hit the jackpot.

She leaned in, wrapping her lips around Lenon's pathetic, wrinkled cock. For a second, he looked like he'd ascended to some divine plane, eyes rolling back like he'd just tasted heaven's buffet.

But his blissful daydream was about to become a nightmare. 

Without warning, July's teeth clamped down like a bear trap on a sausage.

Lenon's eyes shot open in sheer terror, and the noise he made?

It was less a scream and more of a high-pitched, soul-leaving-the-body wail, like a banshee with laryngitis. July didn't just bite—she took the whole damn thing. Clean off.