... his breath tickled my ear. My pulse quickened, and I felt my face go hot. Something new began to stir inside me.
But there was one thing more powerful than my love of Wonder Woman — my 21-year-old dick — so we fucked.
The plastic label seals around my head, every breath of the word drawing it in tighter and tighter until it molds to my skin, where it can strangle me without anything seeming amiss.