WARNING, VERY MATURE SUBJECT MATTER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Carlos threw CC onto the bathroom toilet. The lid bent in as she landed. Carlos began furiously removing her clothes, one clumsily removed article after another until her soft and jellied exterior was all on show.

Carlos remembered why he drank before they met up for these meetings, but alas, it was too late to swig his Smirnoff flask.

CC began to remove Carlos’ pants as he fondled her breasts, which he realized looked like deflated balloons. He closed his eyes to avoid staring at her pancake size nipples and relaxed as her hands went to work over his briefs.

Carlos let out a sigh in gentle excitement as he finally conquered the image of her in his head, replacing it with a very busty, yet nameless, though shapely, model.

It all vanished when she put her hand in his briefs with digits so icy they could have passed for dead. Carlos winced in agony again as she began to tug on his testicles, which were quickly scurrying for cover.