This... is not mine. The following is quite possibly the worst lemon fanfic I have ever read. It can be found here: Broken Bottle
I would like to thank Naoko Takeuchi for creating the wonderful world of Sailor Moon.
College and work were over for the day. David Cortes' parents and siblings went grocery shopping. He and his girlfriend, Lita Kino, had declined their invitation. It rained outside of his tiny, square, barely-curtained bedroom window. The tall lovers sipped cheap champagne as well as ate ramen with seafood, grapes, and carrot chips.
The dark-haired peas in a pod watched a porno. In the old, blurry film, a blond cowboy watched one red-headed lesbian finger another's pussy. That was all he was permitted to do. The desperado pumped his bloated dick with his hands. The first sappho slowly stuck a glass bottle up her partner's rusty sheriff's badge.
Her howls of anguish made Lita's full mouth to gape open. Her yelps of ecstasy made David's tongue to lick his thin lips. The impatient couple shed their clothes. The serene matching pair French-kissed. The 25-yrs-old, curly-haired man kissed her smooth shoulders.
The 23-yrs-old, long-haired woman placed little hands beneath her chin and rested atop her flat stomach. She lay on an un-made, twin-sized bed. Her pallid-skinned boyfriend towered over her. His skeletal fingers traced every inch of her plump, peach curves. The man, with eyes of jade, breathed down her neck. Next, he bit into its heated, silken flesh.
The cook moaned and arched her ample bottom up in the air. She ordered him to take her immediately. Her paramour grasped her big hips. Then he slid into her warm, wet wizard's sleeve. He thrusted into her bearded clam over and over.
She meowed and moaned out his name. She came many a time. Her love juices glissaded down over his cock. He spanked, scratched, and bit her backside. Instantly, he stopped pumping into her.
She opened her hazel eyes to glance over her shoulder. He grabbed an empty bottle from the top of his chest of drawers. It was one of many he normally used to burn candles in. His snake slithered into her orchid. He rammed the container through her fanny's brown eye.
She shrieked in shock. Tears started to spill down her cheeks. He resumed to rock his girlfriend's body. It no longer writhed with desire. It was racked with pain.
She ordered him to get out of her. He ignored her request. In previous love-making sessions, she would say no, but really mean yes. Lita Kino ceased to rub her body up against his. David Cortes finally slid out of her angry beaver.
She tried to relax the muscles inside of her ring piece. Rarely, she succeeded in doing so. This was one of those times. The carafe slowly slid out of her rectum. He pulled it out all the way.
Lita hopped out of the bed and stretched the cheeks of her bruised bottom. Her C-cup breasts heaved as she stared him down. She slapped him hard, then yelled obscenities at him. She grabbed the flask and smashed half of it against the chest of drawers.
She continued to claw the cruet with coral-nailed fingers. She gave his offending johnson a withering glare. She tossed the broken vial into a trash can. She shakily put on her clothes. She stuffed belongings into her pink and black school bag.
The snob stayed silent. He continued to sit ramrod straight on his bed. His hands covered what remained of his pride.
Lita Kino left her beau's messy chamber. The romance-writer exited his dwelling. She departed his junk-yard of a front-yard. She withdrew from his battered, white Geo-Metro. Duct tape covered up a broken window.
Two tires were missing hubcaps. The button-nosed female tossed her backpack in the back seat. While grinding her teeth, she hopped into her blue Toyota Tercel. She drove out of her date's driveway, which was in desperate need of repair. Across the fast lanes of the spaghetti bowl of the freeway, she sped as far away from him as she could get.