No matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to muffle the high pitched screeches that were uttered from behind my lucky handkerchief. As I pumped in and out of her, I couldn't help but scream right back. She was really killing my vibe. Finally the beautiful explosion came. I gently grasped her left buttcheek and shook it. "Good job."
She tried to fight back, instead her body exasperated in fatigue and just sort of layed there. This moment was worthy of so much recognition. She was perfect. That's when the guilt started to creep inside, demanding to be felt. I shrugged off the feeling, and rolled a granny smith her way. I let the cool breeze slap my face before I slinked off into the night.
