Bukkake-ism

Bruce sat slumped in his chair, vaguely aware of the crap game-show on the TV. He was even less aware of the queue of men extending out of the lounge and into the hall, all waiting their turn to ejaculate on his wife, Sue.

Sue had, until May this year, been a complete alcoholic. Fucked by 8am (and for the rest of the day), Bruce had suggested she replace her addiction with a hobby.

The fact that she now charged men a tenner to come violently over her face in their living room was besides the point, wasn't it?