The TV Is Broken

Cable's dead. Eden and Jenna got nothing but static on the screen, so they ring the guy. Logan shows up in his work shirt, toolbox in hand, and whatever they're offering him has nothing to do with payment. They drop to their knees right there on the living room floor, take turns choking on that fat dick, spit running down their chins while they gag and grin. He bends them over the couch one after the other, slams into their wet holes until they shake, then yanks out and paints both their faces white, thick ropes dripping off lips and cheeks onto the cushions.