Spike Sandwich

by DrySpell

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Porn, Trixie, Spike, Starlight Glimmer, Equestria Girls, Sex
Length: 5014

Spike mediates a contest.

Spike has the "honor" of being the mediator between The Great and Powerful Trixie and Starlight Glimmer's contest. Nothing wrong with overseeing a bit of friendly rivalry... right?

Contains: Impregnation and fucking math. Please don't downvote.
Cover image is 2314525 but the story is inspired by this

Published 2020-11-25 23:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-11-25 23:30:01 UTC

That Was Too Close! You Were Almost A

“You! Trixie demands your attention.”

Spike would have preferred to keep his eyes down and his nose buried squarely in his textbook. Unfortunately, ignoring her wasn’t an option. She wouldn’t mind raising hell, even in the middle of the library. His eyes met hers which were filled with fire, and he sighed.

“What’s up, Trixie?” He could guess what she would be calling him for when classes were over and most of the students had already headed home, but she liked to be humored. Another thing he’d learned about her recently.

“Trixie is here to pick you up, Shine.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Though she should not have to. Had you simply been at the meetup place, we would not have to have this conversation.”

“Oh! Yeah, that totally slipped my mind. My bad,” he said, hoping that his blatant lie was enough to dissuade Trixie. “I wanted to catch up on my studies, you know? Tests are coming up and I—”

“Then bring your books with you,” she said. A smug grin replaced her normal expression. “Trixie is an A+ student! She can teach you whatever you need to learn, Shine.”

“It’s Spike.” He pointed at the textbook in front of him. “And I can’t take these out of the library.”

“What a goodie-two-shoes.” Trixie’s arms shot forward and grabbed onto the edge of the textbook. Before Spike could stop her, she was holding the book in her arms, flipping through pages. He would have been a bit peeved that he lost his page had he actually been studying. “Who’s going to miss some mangy old book? Just stuff it in your bag and come on!” She tossed the book on the table, then turned away promptly. “Do not make Trixie repeat herself.”

Spike kept his eyes on her back until she disappeared behind the large metal doors of the library. He checked his watch, noting the time ticking closer to six o'clock: when the doors to the library shut for the day and the students were to leave. He bent forward until his forehead felt the cool glass of his watch face resting on the table.

This really was out of his control.

He took a quick look around before hastily stuffing his bag with the book. After he was sure no one had noticed him, he got up, collected his other personal items, then made his way to the door. The poor, half-blind librarian the school employed was none the wiser. Spike wasn’t even certain she’d notice him leave.

Spike shuffled through the halls, being sure not to be spotted by any watchful staff members. Once he’d hit the third floor, he relaxed a bit. Unlike other floors, where the slight sounds of steps echoed throughout, this floor was completely silent. He could thank the lenient Ms. Cheerilee for never patrolling it.

The door he was looking for was at the end of the hallway. Once he stood in front of it, he sighed once again, then reached for the handle.

“Trixie will drag him here if he so wishes!” The door had already flown inward, revealing the typhoon of a woman from before. While Spike was super excited for their reunion, Trixie’s face flushed red, and her mouth curled into a snarl. “What was taking so long?”

“Now, now, Trixie,” a smooth voice from behind her came to Spike’s defense. The familiar feeling of safety came along with Starlight’s figure coming into view. “I’m sure Spike did his best getting here.”

“Well, his best is not enough for the great Trixie.” She quickly turned back to Starlight. “And you weren’t supposed to show yourself! You’ve ruined Trixie’s plan.”

“What plan?” asked Spike. She opened her arms toward him like she was going to give him a hug. Thankfully, Spike knew better than to actually go for it.

“Well, perhaps it will still work.” She backed up a bit, giving Spike a better view of her. She wasn’t wearing her sweater from earlier, wearing a deep blue leotard instead. She quickly undid her skirt’s zipper, letting them fall down to her ankles. “Well? Are you aroused, Shine?”

“It’s Spike.” His eyes were focused solely on hers, which only seemed to aggravate her. Though, instead of snapping at him, she turned around to Starlight.

“Like I thought, you ruined it!” Spike noticed her 3rd person tick drop. It was a rare blessing. Her arms reached outward, her hands grabbing a heaping palmful of her breasts each. “You said you’d stay out of sight until he saw me.”

“S-Sorry, Trixie.” Starlight apologized with a small chuckle. ‘ I thought he had already seen you, so I thought I should step in.”

Spike watched in silence as the two girls in front of him playfully interacted. In the back of his mind, he wondered when he’d gotten used to seeing one of his classmates in the nude. He guessed it only really flew with him because it was Starlight. Unlike Trixie, Starlight had elegance, was a kind soul, and a seriously rocking set of sweater puppies. Though that last part wasn’t really to her credit.

“Well, I don’t mind giving you the first run to make up for stealing your thunder,” said Starlight. She pointed toward Spike. “Looks like he’s all ready to go, anyway. Why not get started?” Trixie glanced back, taking note of Spike’s pitched tent.

“I… Trixie supposes that that will have to do.” Trixie’s foul mood lifted with that sentence. With her eyes drooped, she sashayed toward Spike, gently interlocking her fingers with his own. Once she grabbed onto him, she pulled him inside the room at last. She closed the door behind him, finally giving the three the proper privacy they’d need.

The average classroom he found himself in was mostly dark, with the orange-pink light of the rapidly approaching sunset as their only source of light. The middle of the floor had been cleared, with all of the chairs and desks being neatly positioned in one corner. Trixie pushed Spike onto the pre-inflated mattress Starlight had provided them with. With how high quality it was, it was easy to forget that it was just an air bed.

“Alright! Match number… erm,” Trixie paused for a moment, then glanced down at Spike. “How many times does this make?”

“Somewhere around 15, I think,” answered Spike, slipping his bag off. As it slid to the ground to the side, Trixie made for his belt buckle. She had it undone before he could even grab the condom Starlight passed him. After handing it over, she took a seat at the top of the bed, silently looking over them.

“Match number 15!” Trixie said, pulling the hem of the boxers. Trixie grabbed the base of the cock now twitching inches from her face. “Give Trixie the condom. She will put it on properly.” Spike handed it over, and she quickly pulled it out of its packaging. She carefully pinched the back of it with her lips before positioning herself at the tip of Spike’s dick. She paused for a moment, then dove down it in one swift, pleasing motion.

Spike took a deep breath and clenched his fists. For all of Trixie’s failings, she sure knew how to give a guy good service. Well, it wasn’t that long ago when she nearly grated his dick to strips with her teeth, but now her mouth was just the perfect mix of softness, warmth, and wetness to make a jolt of pleasure shoot up Spike’s spine. Even though it was over a thin veil of plastic, her tongue worked wonders on his shaft.

Just as quickly as she’d pushed in, she pulled back. A few persistent lines of saliva followed, but the feeling from before was gone. Thankfully, it wouldn’t be gone for long.

“You look a bit distracted,” said Starlight. She got a good look at him when he began to lay down. “Something on your mind?”

“Not super confident on these tests coming up, is all.” Spike reached for his bag, blindly fumbling around it until he felt the raggedy spine of the textbook he took from the library. “Trixie told me that she’d teach me, but I don’t don’t believe her.”

“Hey! No talking to her,” Trixie jabbed her index finger into Spike’s chest, stunning him for a moment. “If you’re thinking about her while doing it with Trixie, you’ll screw the results up.”

Spike wasn’t sure how this had come about, what made them choose him, or why they continued after his first, mediocre performance, but he was reminded that this was supposed to be a match between these two. “Who was the sexier woman” was their original proposal. Then it was “who gave the best blowjob”. Now, Spike isn’t sure what it was.

“If you will not take the initiative, Shine, then Trixie will!” While he’d been lost in thought, she’d already climbed on top of him. The bottom of her leotard had been slipped aside, revealing her eager pussy. She slid up his dick, slowly pushing it down on his stomach. “Hehe. Perhaps Trixie can pull the cum from you without even using her divine pussy!”

Alright. Spike had to give Trixie some praise.

Her pussy was fat as hell.

Like, it wasn’t humongous, or anything, but her lips squished nicely against him. It was just the perfect size to fit her petite figure, but also entice him to pound it into a squishy, sopping mess.

“Trixie wasn’t lying, by the way.” Trixie’s arm’s followed Spike’s, retrieving the book from his book bag. She paused as she flipped through the pages. “What are you learning at the moment?”

“Um… complex roots.” He reached for Trixie’s thighs, grasping them and slowly grinding himself against her. “That’s about it, really. I think I have everything else under control.”

“Oh? Well, then Trixie has an idea.” She stopped flipping, then placed the textbook down on his stomach. He looked up at it, glancing at the problem she was pointing to. He had to push himself up with his elbows to get a good view. “Until you solve this problem, I won’t move this book.”

“Okay?” Trixie smirked deviously before lifting herself up. Spike barely had time to raise an eyebrow in confusion before the feeling wrapping around his dick returned. His leg jerked up in response, and Trixie laughed again. “Fuck…”

“Now isn’t the time for cursing, Shine.” She hopped up just a bit, letting gravity slam his cock against her folds once more. “You’d better start thinking, or else you’ll never see it.”

Spike silently cursed himself for complimenting her just that once. Without even hearing it, she had somehow taken it and made it a weapon against him. And she was smiling all the way.

But damn if it wasn’t satisfying. Her pussy felt like a vortex of pressure and warmth, the slick juices complimenting everything perfectly. One of Spike’s hands grasped at her thighs again, but she only took that as a signal to speed up.

“What’s wrong, Shine? Cat got your tongue?” She tapped the book, her sinister grin growing in intensity with her humps. Just seeing her be so smug riled him up. “Remember, ‘i’ only goes up to power 4. Then they circle back around.”

There was no way he could pay attention. Instead, he took in as much breath as he could, then bucked his thighs up, hoping to catch her by surprise. Thankfully, It was so effective, a shrill scream escaped her. She brought a hand up to her mouth, letting the book drop onto his chest.

“Sorry,” said Spike, he pulled the book off and threw it to the side. “I’ll learn it later.”

“T-That’s fine.” Trixie was covering most of her face, but her body couldn’t lie. She was reeling from that thrust, and Spike wouldn’t let this chance slip by. “At least you’re willing to lea—” Another thrust deep cut her off. He leaned up, coming face to face with Trixie, then quickly started pumping from his new position.

With each thrust, from this close, Spike could hear Trixie whimper. Just that detail was enough to keep him going. His hand ran up the contour of her belly, stopping near the middle to pull her in closer. He tilted his head to the side and planted a few kisses on her shivering neck. He could practically feel the heat radiating off her afterward. She weakly jabbed his back a few times before grasping his shirt.

“I’m pretty close…” mumbled Trixie, only barely enough for Spike to hear. Almost as if she didn’t want to say it all. Sure enough, though, she continued. “Just a bit more.” Spike pulled his head back, then looked her in the eyes.

“Wanna kiss?” Trixie froze for a second, then finally removed the hand she’d been keeping over her face. Spike moved in, pressing his lips against hers. This feeling, moments before the climax, was one of the only things that kept Spike here. If Trixie acted this way more often, she’d be really cute.

Trixie pulled back, puffing a large gust of hot air against Spike’s neck. By the way she was squeezing his cock, she just came. Spike couldn’t help but follow right after, jets of hot cum welling up in the bubble inside of her. It quickly pooled near the end, leaving a small ball of white neatly collected in the condom.

Trixie backed off first, leaving Spike on the bed while she started to stand. Spike grabbed the base of his cock, making sure the rubber didn’t get stuck in her surely tight pussy. Once she was properly free, she stood tall and smirked.

“Trixie believes she did really well this time!” Spike slipped the condom off and tied it off, tossing it in the trash near the door. He would have to remember to empty it before leaving. Trixie pointed to the corner of the bed where her friend, as per her friend’s request, had been completely silent. “This might be our last bout, Starlight!”

“Maybe.” She met eyes with Spike. “Well, for a while, anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps you’re too frightened to compete and are conceding to Trixie?”

“I’m pretty sure she means that we won’t be able to see each other for a bit,” replied Spike. “With break coming up and all. We’ll all be gone from school until the new year passes.” Trixie looked at the two as if they just shot her dog.

“Let me clean you up a bit.” Starlight moved a bit of hair out of her face, then leaned down to Spike’s slowly softening cock. “Help me out, too?” She spread her legs wide, small strands of cum banding between her legs. It looked like she wasn’t just sitting around all that time after all. Spike rubbed her stomach, then slowly descended to her mound just above her clit. He pressed down on it gently, quickly eliciting a jump from Starlight.

“But what if I— if Trixie needs you?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Trixie does not like to be left waiting.”

“I’m sure that you can hold out on another contest for a week and a half, right?” His fingers dove past her folds, quickly finding the small ridge within that housed her g-spot. After so long, Spike had grown accustomed to pleasuring these two quickly. Starlight had already begun licking up any cum that had stuck to his shaft from Trixie and was onto the tip after only a few seconds. She took the tip in her mouth and slowly slid up and down near the top where he’d feel it the most.

“This… I…” Trixie bit her lip, then looked to her friend. “Starlight, you might want to have a contest before we get back, right?” Starlight pulled herself back, a small pop accompanying her.

“Well, I will miss the feeling of getting laid whenever I want,” she said, leaning upward again.

“So that’s why you keep calling me back,” said Spike. “Cause I’m easy?” Starlight chuckled, then pressed her finger on his mouth.

“Don’t be too hurt, Spike,” she said. “The sex is also good. Plus, you don’t mind having sex often.” She rolled over onto her stomach, then pushed up into a doggy style position. “But… Trixie does have a point. Won’t you fuck me really hard, so I have something to hold on to?” Spike smiled, hopped onto his feet, then reached out toward Starlight.

“Will do. Where’s the next condom?”

“Oh no, no,” said Starlight. She reached down for her lips, spreading them to give Spike a show. “I want it raw today.”

“That’s a bit dangerous, isn’t it?” Spike pointed out. He turned to Trixie, her expression saying everything without a word.

“It won’t matter if it’s the same old,” she said with a chuckle. Spike’s worried expression didn’t wane, so she continued. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m on the pill.” Spike spared Trixie a quick glance, then closed in on Starlight. “Good, you don’t keep a girl waiting.”

The tip hadn’t even gone in fully before Spike could already feel the difference. This was a completely different game than before. The condom shielded him from her, but without it, he could feel every twitch and squeeze of Starlight’s pussy as he made his way through her folds. Once he’d completely pushed in, he rested a hand on her back, taking a few breaths of air.

“This is… really something, huh?” Starlight leaned forward, her head pressing against the mattress. “I can really feel it throbbing in there.”

“C-Can you not be so descriptive around Trixie?” she asked, not even turning to face the two. “It’s interrupting Trixie’s meditation.”

“Oh, sorry,” said Starlight. “I’ll keep my voice down.” Spike smirked, then pulled out. Another thrust made her break her promise. Trixie growled but didn’t say anything.

Spike used his position to his advantage. He lifted his left leg up for leverage, then leaned forward and grasped Starlight’s breasts. They were just as soft as he knew them to be. Once he’d grabbed a palmful, he started pumping.

It started off slowly, but he knew from the beginning there would be no way he could keep himself tame. He sped up and pushed forward with a flurry of thrusts, all returning a satisfying squelching sound. Starlight had resorted to biting down on her teeth to keep too much sound from getting out.

“Is it really that good?” Trixie didn’t seem to be following her own rules, as she struck up a conversation. She looked upset, but not necessarily angry. Spike could only peek at Trixie while going to town on Starlight. Her hands were shaking with idle energy. She slipped one down to the bottom of her leotard.

“Y-Yeah it is— ahaha…” Starlight clenched up with her orgasm, but Spike wasn’t done yet. His arm hoisted Starlight’s right leg up to his left shoulder, laying her on her side before he continued thrusting. “Fuck me, this is too good… I might not be able to w-wait a week either.”

“I’m getting really close,” Spike breathlessly mumbled. “Can I really nut inside?”

“Out!” Trixie’s voice rang out above Starlight’s. In his heightened pleasured state, he could only follow the simple instruction. He pulled out, his cock aimed at Starlight, and shot a few jets of cum directly onto her stomach and breasts. Her pussy slowly closed from being filled to the brim with dick, and she slowly flipped over onto her back to rest.

“Trixie…” Starlight turned to her friend, a rare frown on her face. “What happened to 'screwing the results up'?”

“I—Trixie couldn’t… well…” While Trixie fumbled to find the words, Spike sat down next to Starlight. That kind of workout could make anyone exhausted, and Spike wasn’t the most athletic guy out there. “If you really think about it, you changed the rules first. We always use condoms!”

“Alright, alright.” Starlight looked over to Spike. “Well, since we’re already doing things so wrong, why don’t you have another round with Trixie?”

“What?” Trixie exclaimed. Her eyes flickered between Starlight and Spike, and her mouth could barely keep the smile away. She looked down at Spike’s cock, finding it still standing at the ready despite going through the two of them already.

“I’m down,” said Spike, with a smirk. “Well, it’s not like I can say no. Trixie’s already beaming.”

“Right?” Starlight agreed.

“Shut it, you two!” she exclaimed. “I...I’m just giddy with holiday excitement. Nothing wrong with that.”

“Nothing at all.” Starlight flipped over on her side, turning away from the two. “Well, I’m gonna take a quick nap. Try not to be too loud and wake up the neighborhood.” Trixie looked back at Spike, who was already staring at her. She opened her mouth but bit back what she was going to say. Spike silently hoped that was a sarcastic remark.

“So what should I do?” Spike was taken aback by her question. Normally, she’d command him to do something, or tease him. He smiled genuinely, which seemed to embarrass her.

“Well, if we’re gonna do it raw, might as well go all the way, right?” Trixie tilted her head slightly but fell backward when Spike pressed on her chest. He clambered on top of her, realizing just how small she was in comparison to him. Her leotard was already parted at the bottom, but now he pulled the straps near the top to the sides too. Though, as soon as her breasts were exposed, she covered them with her arms.

“This just looks like simple missionary to Trixie,” she said, with a smirk. “Maybe you’re too afraid to do something more? Know that the great Trixie will not shy away from any position you have in mind.”

“Oh, good.” Spike lifted her legs up, resting them on his shoulders, then pinned her down. Pressing onto her caused his cock to line up perfectly with her pussy. So close, he could feel her shaking already. “A mating press is a bit different. You ready?”

“T-The Great and Powerful Trixie will never not be ready, Shine!” Instead of getting annoyed, Spike lined himself up and thrust inside. This was only his second time, so he wasn’t completely used to the feeling of being inside a woman raw, but it was Trixie’s first. She cried out before quickly covering her mouth with both hands and closing her eyes shut. Spike chuckled, then reached for her hands. He pulled them from her mouth, then pinned them down next to her head.

“I thought you were ready,” he said, mockingly. Her face was nearly completely beet red, and her glare could kill an elephant. He interlocked his fingers with her own, squeezing them to give her comfort. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”

“Please… Trixie doesn’t n-need your training wheels.” Spike frowned slightly, then adjusted himself a bit. With just a bit more leverage, he could push himself in even more. Trixie gasped but bit her lip to keep silent.

“Whoa,” mumbled Spike. “This is the back, huh? Don’t think I’ve ever been this deep in you before.” He squeezed her hand, and she looked away. “If it hurts, tell me.”

“Just go already,” she mumbled. Spike pulled out just a bit, then back in. Just that small movement felt like her entire pussy was giving him a sloppy kiss. The tip felt especially warm and wet. With each small push, her body reacted. It was as if he was in complete control of her.

“You look so cute like this.” She bit her lip and looked away. He surprised her with a kiss. “I’m gonna go a bit faster.”

His slight probes became full-on pumps, his cock rhythmically pushing through her tightening folds. He could feel her resist the urge to moan with every thrust, but another kiss broke her concentration. Again, he sped up, this time also increasing the length. He’d pull back about halfway, then push in with his full force. Her mumbles became moans, and a line of saliva was slowly drooling from her mouth. No amount of concentration was going to keep her from squealing.

“More…” the words were barely audible, but he caught onto them. His eyes locked with hers, the redness of her cheeks making them shine. “Harder, Spike.”

“So you do know my name,” he said with a smile. She frowned.

“Is now really the time?” Spike stopped completely, his dick nearly pulled out. “W-Wait no, don’t stop!”

“Why’d you call me Shine?” Trixie’s eyes turned frantic and she squeezed his hands.

“I just thought it’d be funny,” she answered. “I do that to almost everyone I —” Her sentence was cut short as Spike rammed his cock into her at full length with all his power. Spike had never seen Trixie make a face as she did just then. Her eyes shot upward for a few seconds before she came back down to Earth.

“Alright, I forgive you.” He pulled out again, and Trixie braced herself for another impact, but she couldn’t quite get used to that feeling. “When I cum, do you want it inside or out?”

“In… definitely in.” He knew what she’d say, but hearing her say it made his heart skip a beat. She looked at him with that cute look in her eyes again. “But don’t stop. Don’t stop until I’m done… okay?”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. He went off like a rocket, his rhythm replaced with unbridled aggression. Trixie didn’t even try to contain herself anymore. Her moans were loud and frequent against his ears. Spike could only spare a single thought to feel bad for Starlight, who was sleeping next to them.

But the rest of them were focused on Trixie. He leaned down, taking one of her breasts in his mouth. She shook incredibly hard when he did, but only encouraged him with more moaning. His tongue lapped at her jumping nipple, only coming up for a bit of air. Her nipple danced back and forth after being toyed with for long enough.

But, even before Spike thought it was time, he felt himself well up in pleasure. He looked to Trixie, and she looked back as if she already knew what would happen. Spike bit down on his lip, then thrust into her one last time, accompanied by a full load of cum. The hot creamy surprise kept coming in strands, each pumping her to the brim. He felt as if he had cum for hours, but he could have only been at it for a few moments. Trixie’s entire body was clenched onto Spike’s, and he didn’t think he’d be able to let go soon either.

But, eventually, he had to. Once they’d finally calmed down, Spike let Trixie go, his body sore after going for so long. He tried to pull out, but Trixie’s arms shot out and clasped him before he could go far.

“Wait. I’m still… sensitive.” She looked up at him. “Just stay here a bit more. Please?”

Fuck, she was cute.

“Jeez, you really gave it to her, huh?” Starlight’s sudden voice shook the two out of their small world and reintroduced them to reality. She was laying on her side, smiling. She’d cleaned herself up in the time the two had been hard at work. “You’ve gotta show me that technique once we get back.”

“Get back… Oh.” The reality of the situation all came crashing back down on him. He pulled back, the sudden jerk in movement making Trixie cry out in the sudden pleasure. “Sorry, sorry. I just forgot we were at school.”

“Yeah, way later than we’re supposed to be, too.” Starlight Spikeed her phone at the two, showing a time a bit past six-thirty. “We’re gonna have a hard time sneaking out of this place now.”

“We’ll find a way. Probably.” Spike retrieved his pants and quickly redressed himself. Trixie sat up and slowly got to her feet. “Oh yeah. That position really makes you feel pins and needles.”

“I don’t think she’s walking funny because of the position,” said Starlight. “By the way, you two better hope and pray that pill works its magic. You pumped a lot into her.”

“Pill?” The two instantly froze solid. Trixie grabbed a few paper towels we had lying around and began to clean herself. “Of course, Trixie knows what pill you’re talking about. She just wants to confirm that you know what you’re talking about.”

“Birth control,” said Starlight. “You… please tell me you took a pill this morning.” Trixie looked between the two and simply smirked.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie needs no medicine! For she is not feeling sick!” Starlight turned to Spike, a mixed look of bewilderment and amusement.

“You’re fucked.”

He was fucked.

“There’s no way I didn’t just get you pregnant, Trixie.” Her face had changed from triumphant to neutral to absolutely horrified.

“Oh.” Trixie’s face turned pale and Spike placed his face in his palms. “I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay, I think,” said Spike, looking at her through his fingers. “If I can somehow convince Twilight to help, we can probably raise them.” Starlight raised her eyebrows, then smirked.

“You got the right one to pin you down, Trixie,” she said. Her arm draped over Spike’s shoulder. “Hope this doesn’t mean I can’t have him every now and then.” Trixie’s face flushed red, then she grinned awkwardly.

“W-Well, Trixie has won the contest.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “So she doesn’t mind sharing the prize with the contestants. Trixie is very humble.” Her eyes locked on to Spike’s. “And… well, it seems like Trixie will have to take care of you from now on.” Spike rolled his eyes but smirked at her nonetheless.

“Alright, Trixie,” he said. “I’ll take you up on that.”

Author's Note

After-Sex Smoke