CHERYL: Like, a big sweaty fireman carries you out of a burning building, lays you on the sidewalk, and you think, “Yeah, okay, he’s gonna give me mouth to mouth.” But instead, he just starts choking the shit out of you, and the last sensation that you feel before you die is him squeezing your throat so hard that a big, wet, blob of drool drips off his teeth and just “flurr”, falls right onto your popped out eyeball…
PAM: Jesus Christ!
CHERYL: I know, right?
LANA: What the hell!
CHERYL: I’m wet just thinking about it.
I legit remember laughing about this scene, imagining this, and having a very startling realization about myself in a very public setting.
hello, the police? this guy
And you, sir/madam, are you strangling or being strangled in this scenario where you are, “so wet”?
Porqué no los dos?
The ouroboros of choke sex
Yeah got to love the intimate deep eye to eye contact
