"Take it, take it," Virgil grunted. "That's right you dirty little fruit. Hnngh yes." Cutting into the rind of the melon had left the edges harsh-- almost sharp against his member. He pushed in harder, punishing himself far more than the fruit. He caught his lip between his teeth and bit until he tasted blood.

Squelch squelch squelch went the watermelon, and Virgil continued growling dirty nothings into the open air as he fucked it harder and faster. The ripe red juice ran down his thighs. Shiny black seeds emerged, pulled out violently with the force of his thrusts, and skittered across the kitchen floor.

"Gardenia!" He roared. With a fond pat, he pulled out of the abused fruit and set it on the counter. "Oh hey," he waved at the redhead standing in the doorway and casually stepped over the puddle of fucked to death watermelon innards. "I was just about to make fruit salad. You want some?"