I think the more this goes on the less I care.
We fucked. You did more this time. Fingers in my hair, bending me around, letting me bend you. Bodies and brains interchanged with focus and sensation.
You made me orgasm. With a warm rush, my body completely gave itself up to yours and I shook like a rattle. You seemed a little freaked out, or maybe thats me reading you wrong.
We made you the same of course. Legs weakened and eyes wide, as I talked to you. Lips curled against the flesh, yearning and soft. I like to be on my knees for you. Truly I do.
I had a crisis of faith in your living room, as I looked around at this place, this poor family life, strewn like the toys on the floor. But then again, I'm not the one doing the bad thing. Or am I?
If you're Francis Fire Fly then I'm Cocky-Roach and you know what they say... you should never play with matches, because thats how fires start.
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