Fucking with Liz

Liz pulls back and looks at you in horror. "Um...I...that's more than a little bitch like you will ever get from a real woman," she says with a blush and a hint of worry.

You look at her in her denim skirt and black halter top. She's wearing a spiked leather choker around her throat and her hair, thick and black with pink highlights, is held back in a pony tail. You grin.

"Oh, really, Liz," you say.

"Yeah, not shut the fuck up!" she says still obviously worried about why she kissed you.

You hastily scrawl down a poem and hand it to Liz. "Go up and read this aloud to the class and claim it's your own work."

Liz gets up and walks to the front of the class just as another student was finishing.

"Well, Liz, I guess your next," said Mrs. Hudak.

Liz looks down at the poem and starts reading. "I'm dumb but I love cum. I'm a witch, but I'll be your bitch,"

"Liz! Watch it!" says Mrs Hudak.

Liz is blushing but continues, "If I give you any sass, fuck me up the ass."

"Liz, stop now!"

But Liz kept going. "I love it up my butt because I'm the school's biggest slut!"

Now the class was laughing and cheering. Liz was beet red. "That's my poem!" she said before running out of class.

"Liz, come back here!" said Mrs Hudak storming into the hall after Liz.

You're laugh hard until your ribs hurt